DOG TOYSVelvet loves dog toys. Loves to destroy them, that is.
In one month she eviscerated two sock monkeys (after pulling off their ears); ripped open a tubular fetch toy; tore the hide off a heavy-duty tennis ball toy; and chewed the squeaker out of a squeaky bone.
Today I bought
Dogzilla, a "heavy duty" toy. The package really played up Dogzilla as the best toy for destructo-dogs, so I lay down my nine bucks and brought it home.
It lasted nine minutes.
A dollar a minute.


Dogzilla. Pfffft.
But the destruction of Dogzilla was offset by our other dog toy adventure. A woman I work with, who is an avowed compulsive shopper, brought a bag of dog toys and treats for Velvet. She bought the toys for her own dog, but it wisely refused to feed her compulsion by playing with the toys.
This
thing was in the bag of toys:

I pulled it out of the bag, held it upright, looked at it for a minute, waved it around a little, and said, "This doesn't look like a dog toy. Did you
mean to give Velvet your Punisher 2000?"
I raised one eyebrow and wiggled the Punisher. She laughed and blushed; I can't say which she did more.