This morning, Wen was cleaning under the couch with the dust mop and out popped a squeaky donut toy! Sadie and I both dived for it, but I grabbed the toy and ran outside with it. By the time that I brought the donut toy back inside, it had been thoroughly chewed on and half the donut was flat. Then, Sadie had a turn with the donut and in a matter of seconds, she had chewed the plush covering so much that little pieces of fuzz were all over the living room rug. Wen spotted the fuzz and the partially flat-looking toy and immediately threw it in the trash. Since flat meant that part of the plastic lining with the squeaker was missing, she made a quick search of the area until she located the intact piece of plastic on the deck. No one had chewed up the plastic or even worse, eaten it, so she was very relieved, but as for the squeaky donut toy, another one bites the dust!
