Savaging Hank (or Introducing My Canine Cohort)

One of the coolest Christmas presents I've received is a squeaky toy named "Hank".  I've been getting an unholy amount of amusement watching the girls trade off trying to literally (and yes, I mean that in the correct sense) chew his butt off. 

Dixie, our one-eyed pirate wiener dog, is the most effective weapon of mass destruction.  She has years of squeaky toy savagery behind her, and knows just where to target for maximum carnage, minimal effort. 

Dixie, plotting dark acts and squeaky savagery

Daisy Mae, our princess blonde (the one who reminds me of a southern belle), is desultory about it.  If she happens to be reminded by the sound of a desperate squeak or honk, she'll come over and tug it around a bit, but her heart isn't really into it.

Daisy Mae, getting ready for her Playpet pictorial

Dancer, our blonde tomboy, is perhaps the most enthusiastic - she throws him around with great abandon - but sadly, the least effective.  Lots of sound and fury, very little stuffing, but it's so much fun to watch her play. 

 

 

 

Dancer, committing carnage on a Candy Cane

And Moose?  My boy?  Moose doesn't do toys.  He prefers to supervise from his mother's lap, preferably from under a blanket on his mother's lap. 

Moose cares not for your petty squeaky toy - he will take a rawhide cane, though