It all started with the discovery that although we thought Billie was using our bedroom as her safe ‘cave’ she was also using our bed as a chewing post!
So we went to the produce store and bought 3 toys for the 3 dogs so they could chew on those instead of the furniture (we have since also discovered some chew marks on our dining room table!).
But within 10 minutes, the plush cushion had no squeaker or stuffing (that was all over the floor), and the Chicken Had No Head! Or arms, or legs! The plush bone was rescued just in the nick of time.
Was it sweet Aunty April? Was it cheeky 2 year old, furniture-chewing greyhound Billie? Or was it wily Uncle Rupert?
How long do squeaky toys last in your house?