As you know, Dylan loves a black latex pig. He flings them around to his hearts content...or at least until he manages to chew out the squeaker. Working at my desk yesterday, I saw the little fluffy terrier head appear outside and start barking and whining- took me a while to realise that he'd spotted my black piggy bank sitting on the window ledge.
To Dylan this has become a source of great confusion - why has the black squeaky pig turned to stone? Only one way to find out.....
Then ...... he pounces!
"Just one more go - if I slobber all over it will it turn back to squishy latex?"
"Nope - oh forget it. I'm off to search for treats instead!"
"All in a days work...."