We frequently have a hard time keeping toys on hand in this house. Elka loves toys, and as I've said before, Elka's love is not a gentle one.
Amusingly, squeaky toys used to actually have some level of protection from her. The squeak made her hesitate, jump back, regroup. That seems to have gone away in its entirety, though, and the squeaking only encourages her.
There is a certain dance that occurs when Elka is playing with a toy by herself. She tosses it around, spins, stomps on it.
There's also the "pause and chew" phase, where her butt is in the air, the object is held firmly in her paws, and she gets it between those molars and just grinds it apart.
This chicken, the one that distracted her so when we were doing the Taste of the Wild prize drawing, did not live very long after that.
Yeah, that's right. She chewed its face off.