As if that was not bad enough, one of the dogs had this fabric toy that
floats that you can fetch and Isaac talked his friend Quinn into
playing tug with that. Well, you can guess what happened. It started
to rip. Quinn's dad told him to drop it and he did. But not my dog.
Instead, he kept shaking it in Quinn's face, trying to get him to tug
some more. And then he put the toy on the ground, stood on it, and
pulled on one end with his teeth, ripping it good.
I apologized and asked the owner of the toy if I could replace it for him. He said that was OK but I don't feel OK about it. I came home and found it on Amazon and ordered one, along with some balls to take to the lake with us. The toy Isaac ripped belongs to a black lab named Iris and we see her at the dog park almost every morning, so we will give her the toy when we see her again.
Things like this are why I do not tell most people at the dog park that my dog is a service dog.
I apologized and asked the owner of the toy if I could replace it for him. He said that was OK but I don't feel OK about it. I came home and found it on Amazon and ordered one, along with some balls to take to the lake with us. The toy Isaac ripped belongs to a black lab named Iris and we see her at the dog park almost every morning, so we will give her the toy when we see her again.
Things like this are why I do not tell most people at the dog park that my dog is a service dog.
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