Willow has been trying to kill the squeaker in this tiny star cow for months. But, alas, it's too small for her to hold with her paws AND rip the guts out, so the squeaker survives. I taunt her by squeaking it regularly and saying, "So, it's smarter than you, huh? I never would have guessed it." Which may be why I got this look the other day. It's safe to say she was trying to take it outside and drown it in the pool, because I haven't seen it since.
