Never in a million years did I think that a 50¢ toy from IKEA could outlast any dog toy on earth. We buy these little stuffed animals for Lola every time we cruise through that crazy Swedish madhouse. They don't have a squeaker or any rope or "tuff" rubber. They're just little bite-sized creatures, and Lola loves to carry them around with her. She licks them, and nudges them and sniffs them, they are her babies. Well, that is until about 10 at night when she decides to shove it in Henry's face and they wrestle over it for the next hour. Call this the calm before the storm: