Massive news here! (not massive at all). I've finally found a chew that lasts Bill more than three minutes that he doesn't even want me to hold the end of! It's a bag of beef pizzles from Paws Trading. I'd heard they were stinky but these don't smell at all, and he's been going at it all on his own for 16 solid minutes so far.
Can't tell you how glorious this is. Bill has a frankly hilarious but quite exhausting routine when I pick him up from daycare. He comes home, spends five minutes actively looking for trouble (raiding my bag for the car keys, stealing my slippers, my hat, gloves, remote control if it's within reach, etc etc). Then he spends five minutes racing around the house with his stuffed duck. Then he insists we go upstairs to the study (the room the puppy was not going to be allowed in, that was never puppy-proofed, that's clearly now his room) where he gets into his enormous bed he never sleeps in and writhes around on his back making a noise I can only describe as 'rowr'. He barks a bit, lies on his side digging, and burrows into my armpit (I'm required to make as much physical contact as possible, scritching him all over and rubbing his belly and telling him what a good boy he is). When he's finished with this, he shakes himself all over, heads downstairs for dinner (mine for preference), then whines for chews/treatos until I work out that what he actually wants is a poo. We head up to the park in the dark, where he attempts to disappear under a hedge, collects treasure (rocks), and finally has a poo just before my feet fall off. Then we go home, he hunts for trouble again (I have muddy footprints all over the sofa to see exactly where he's looked) and I have to hold one end of about nine different chews until one of us gets fed up and he finally falls asleep.
In short, the discovery of a treat that has now lasted him 23 minutes without my intervention is like stumbling on the holy grail, or the fountain of youth, or the peach tree guarded by the Monkey King.
Can you tell it's been a long week?