The Beak and the Squeak

As I've mentioned before, Mojo doesn't play.  He just doesn't.  On the day he came home, we got him one of those twisted rope bones, a bunch of tennis balls, and a ducky/chicken/bird-looking thing.

They have seen no action at all, other than me moving them when I step on them in the dark of night, at which point they have been known to zoom across the kitchen floor!

A few days ago, Jay started "squeak" training ... showing Mojo over and over that there was a squeaker in the head of the bird toy.  Mojo seemed intrigued (in an ear-forward kind of way), but it didn't compel him to try and make it squeak himself.  In fact, several times I've been caught running from elsewhere in the house when I heard it squeak, only to find that of the two creatures in the kitchen, only Jay had his play on.

However .... today, when I went to say good morning, I gave the toy a squeak myself and lo and behold, Mr. Ducky had a soggy beak! 

So, who knows?  Maybe one day soon Jay's squeak training will pay off ... and it will be music to our ears.