Terry and I were browsing in the pet shop yesterday [as you do] when we spotted these stuffed hooves. Naturally we could not resist buying Wendell one. Well, you cannot imagine the hysterical reception it got. I thought it might last Wendell a few days at least but no, after two hours of gnawing, hiding and retrieving it and jealously guarding it from the cats, the thing was emptied of its now foul smelling stuffing. I don’t know what they put in these things but the smell is awful, the puppy gets covered in sticky grease and the poo… best not to dwell on that. Wendell had his third bath today and he looks fluffy and gorgeous; in fine contrast to the little oil slick of last night. Maybe I shall stick to leather chews in future.