We have been avoiding squeaker toys, because of a paranoia about Stormy opening up said toy and inhaling the squeaker in our absence. A friend gave me a squeak toy for Christmas, before we even knew when we were going to be able to find the right puppy, but it got lost somewhere in the clean-up after the holiday. Stormy found it (under the couch??) and it ended up being her favorite... favorite tug-of-war toy, favorite fetch toy, favorite snuggle toy. The squeaker inside just died, and Stormy sits there going "click click" as she bites it, mournfully recalling the days when that happy little toy used to squeak like a dying mouse in her jaws.
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