Not since the death of Tourist Dog (see A Wake For Tourist Dog) have I witnessed such a callous disregard for life and wanton destruction of a stuffed creature.
Harold the Dinosaur has been with us for two or three years, is almost 2 feet tall and an awesome toy. I purchased Harold with the full knowledge that he was too big for Shaak Ti, but hoping that it would help her raise her game, and attain new heights of dog toy chompdom. Shaak Ti plays with him regularly and even though she had a couple years to work, hadn't established much more than a bulkhead crotch hole in Harold's tough dinosaur hide. From this hole she was able to extract some stuffing (which we would promptly restuff) but leave Harold relatively intact. This caused little concern (other than Shaak Ti's proclivity to attack the crotch area) for Harold's well being. Enter puppy.