Last night the husband came home with 2 things in his hands: a bag of fast food (we don't do it often but I'd had a big lunch and was running out and he was pretty much on his own for supper...with very little food in the fridge) and one of those cardboard cup holders with a drink and a frosty.
I was icing my foot and he put them on the side table past my feet so that all I could see was the tops of the cups. Then they started moving very slowly in a gentle but jerky way. So here's the confession: Dash loves those cardboard things and shreds them. It isn't difficult to clean up, is free (one might argue that we're reusing it - HA!) and won't hurt him so we let him.
The husband decided to give him the option: the cardboard cupholder or "What's in this bag" which smelled strongly of hamburgers, grease and fries. Dashy gently but immediately reached for the cupholder. We were good, we made him sit, put it on the floor and told him "off" before letting him have his garbage to play with.
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