As if in apology for using Duck as his barter currency (1 duck, for 1 afternoon walk) all last week, Huffle’s been carrying Duck around at night and refusing to relinquish it for playing catch. Well, for anything at all. There’s just no reasoning with him.
Us: Huffle, maybe you want to put Duck down … on the ground?
Huffle: *splashing in water bowl* You’re ok Duck, I’m right here.
Huffle: Um.. Duck. Duck? Duck, I’m hungry.
Us: Yeah, what are you gonna do now?
…. no seriously, aren’t you going to move Duck?
In fact, no. Huffle only ate the food that was still visible with Duck in the bowl. I finally took pity on him when he’d burrow-eaten his way to a shiny bowl bottom, without dislodging Duck, and was looking forlornly around as if to say, What do I do now?
My HufflePup. Not TOTALLY possessed of problem-solving instincts.