Since Arthur's not a toy destroyer, I can bring just about anything home and know that he's not going to rip it to shreds. He's very economical that way. He especially enjoys toys that are six to eight inches and smaller (although his all-time favorite was a giant, puffy cotton-ball-like thing twice the size of his head - but that's another story), and the other day, I bought him a tiny plush salmon skeleton that was probably meant for a maltese or a Boston terrier or some other such small dog.
The way he chewed it delicately, he could've used a knife and fork.
Bon appetit.
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