Jamal and I hit up the cheap dog toy bins at Target on Sunday. We picked out the perfect one..the head is the only stuffed part and it contains a squeaker. The belly has some crinkly stuff inside of it. Otherwise its floppy and soft. When we got home, we gave the frog to Mickey to keep him busy.
Fifteen minutes later we walk into this horrifying scene:
On the far left is the toy, and the trail of its stuffing guts leads straight to our culprit. He was proudly munching on the recently expired squeaker (he had killed the squeak).
He still loves to pick it up and thrash it back and forth with gusto, so we'll let him keep it for a while longer.
Not pictured is the confiscated plastic toy that Jamal was certain would last forever. Mickey had the plastic pulverized in minutes. He shredded it into tiny little bits (not all of which have been accounted for at the time of this posting...)
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