Crisis averted

Einstein LOVES his squeaky frog toy.

If we take it away, he sits near the counter it has been placed on and cries until he gets it back. He doesn't care about any other toy as much as his frog.

Any toy that receives that much love is bound to sustain some wear and tear. The frog hasn't squeaked in a while, it's tongue and a piece of its foot are long gone. But this morning Charlie, our foster dog, delivered the final death to the frog, ripping it open in the bottom and pulling out the stuffing.

Knowing this day would come, we've been searching for a replacement frog for months, scouring the toy aisle every time we go into the pet store, but we've never been able to find another frog.

So today, I turned to Google, did an image search for "dog frog toy" and several search pages in I found Einstein's beloved frog. I ordered five, one for Einstein to play with and four to store in a safe place until the replacement croaks (pun intended). Crisis averted.