Happiness is a new squeaky

I made Jack's furry little face light up today: an all-new, well-bound, supposedly-difficult-to-destroy squeak toy, in the shape of a large fabric donut.



At first he just carried it around the house - tail wagging - barely able to decide whether to play with it, hide it, be chased while running with it, or attempt to remove the several squeakers sewn inside.

Certainly, it has been a great hit, so far. I wonder how long it'll last?