|Barked: Sun Oct 7, '12 5:54am PST |
|I had a little handmade stuffed duck on my coffee table for years. I also had TWO male labs. One (Charlie) was a popular stud, the other (Murphy), was only used occasionally.
One day I took Murphy out for a breeding and left Charlie in the house. Murphy did his thing and came back inside. Charlie walked over, smelled Murphy, and went right over to the stuffed duck and bit off its head and spit it out on the floor. That was it, never looked at that duck again!