Right now we have 3 dogs. I say right now, because that number fluctuates every so often as one needs a temporary place to stay and another gets adopted.
As I was watching Atlas, our foster, brutally attack his Kong toy today, I realized how very different all 3 of our dogs are, based on their Kong-treat-retrieval strategies alone.
Atlas: smells the treat inside, bites and chews his way straight through the "indestructible" Kong, as the pieces of treat fall all over the floor. Because he is so absorbed in the ripping of the toy itself, he doesn't even notice the treats.
Rudy: takes one look at the Kong, picks it up, throws it to the ground, eats all of the treats that bounce out, and stares at me as if to say "Was that supposed to be fun?"
Sami: looks at the Kong, looks at me, at the Kong, at me, Kong, me, Kong, me. Seems to be thinking, "That's too much work, and I'm just too cute." So I take the Kong and dump it out for her. We call her the queen bee for a reason.