We brought Randy home when he was a puppy. He lived in the kitchen at first, until it was found that he was not suited to living indoors and so he lived outside in the garden, having his own kennel which Dad built him.
We felt Randy needed a friend, so we donated him a giant stuffie toy dog. At first Randy seemed to find this comforting and slept beside the giant stuffie (it was bigger than he was) and seemed to think it was his mother, he treated her with such devotion.
But one day this came to an end. We awoke to find toy dog all over the garden. Randy had become angry. The moral of this story is, I suppose, don't give your dog a toy dog or the same thing may happen.
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