Gibbs has had a couple of these:
He starts by playing with them appropriately. Dig the little stuffed animals out of the house or tree or hive. Then he shreds the house. Or tree. Or hive. He also had one of these:
It made him mad. So he pulled off one donut, opened the blue stuffed bone and pulled the stuffing out so that I couldn’t put the donuts back on it. He still has those donuts. He likes to throw them into the air. Thinks he’s so freakin’ clever.
Finally, we tried this:
Awesome. The idea of the eggs made me squeamish, but he doesn’t know what they are, so whatever. We started with the fish one. And look:
The hole where the eggs go is elastic and just a bit harder for the dog to dig the toy out. And the fish one doesn’t have any other stuffing inside, so it stays intact (Although Gibbs tore off the eyeballs and the lips. Damn weirdo.) The size of the eggs is in the same neighborhood as a tennis ball, which he loves. And there are replacement eggs for when he loses them under a different couch!