My Secret Santa sent my dog a new belly rubbing stick and a toy. The stick is a little cumbersome, but has a wrist strap that at least keeps it in place. It's also rather useful to lean on after giving Mushu adequate amounts of belly rubs, as be can be quite needy. The toy has been keeping him occupied since I finally let him get into it. The squeaky squirrels inside have made various attempts to escape to no avail. No plushy animals shall be taken prisoner, it seems. All shall perish. Rest in peace.

My dog thanks you, Secret Santa. But may God have mercy on your soul for sentencing those squeakers to this sort of death.