Today's top treasure was a foot long stick. This time Mickey held it in the middle so he could navigate the stairs without much trouble. Here is the series of pictures to document how he dismantled the stick in his 'hideout'.
"Hmmm, yup, smells like a stick from end to end"
"Why are you bothering me with all this flash? I'm trying to destroy something here"
~*insert five minute break while Grace started boiling water for dinner*~
"arggg you are no match for me and my razor sharp puppy teeth"
After this picture I picked up the larger pieces and got out the vacuum. Luckily Mickey lets you take things away from him. I think I grabbed a toy for him to refocus his energies, but he doesn't bite or growl if you reach to take away his stick or fish out wood pulp from his mouth.
"Hmmm, yup, smells like a stick from end to end"
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