Bowie & His Toys

I don’t know what it is, but Bowie isn’t happy unless he’s got a toy or 10.

When I rescued Bowie, he’d been out on the streets for who knows how long before being put in a kill shelter. So maybe it’s that he knows he’s in a safe place and finally has access to toys.

But, as you can see in the picture, he sometimes takes it to extreme levels. He’s got one toy in his mouth, and, despite being about to fall asleep, he refuses to put it down. Then there are at least 5 more toys within his reach.

I often say that Iggy is my smart dog. You can usually see her wheels turning, knowing she’s plotting something.

Bowie, however, is all dog. I’m pretty sure the only things going through his mind are his toys, me, Iggy and food. And probably in that order.

He’s not the brightest dog out there, but he is a big love! A gentle giant, and I’m so grateful we found each other.