When we got Felix, four years ago, he was a hot mess. A rescue pup, he came to us directly from a bad situation with hair down to the ground, nails like talons, a butt like a sop sign and an odor that could knock out Shrek.
He was *not* a pretty sight. A trip to the groomer and all these problems were easily taken care of. He was cute, happy & healthy. But he wasn’t really a dog. Truthfully, when we got him, there was absolutely no reason not to believe that Felix was a very small, very hairy human with a language disorder. He didn’t do the traditional “dog” activities. No begging. No ball. No toys.
He didn’t play with toys.
How freaking sad is that?! Flash forward to 6 months after we brought home the furball of terror that we call Kolchak and Felix discovered the great joy that can be found in stuffed toy. That’s when it began.
Confession: My Dog is a Hoarder
You can tell if a toy belongs to Koly because it’s underfoot and you’re tripping on it. You can tell a toy is Felix’s because it’s tucked out of sight, under the Nana’s table.
We call it his Graveyard of Lost Toys. It’s sick. I worry about his deranged little mind and why he feels a need to hoard all his stuffies in one place. I feel like I should contact A&E to see if I can get him on the show.
Seriously, there are 15 – 20 toys under there at all times. He will watch silently in horror as you clean them up and put them away, then slowly one by one, he’ll get the back out of the toy box and put them back in his Graveyard.
Is Felix deranged or is this normal dog behavior??