In addition to his Massive Bone, Tucker also got a small squeaky chameleon for Christmas.

I used to have a small Jackson chameleon named
Bubba, so it broke my heart a little to see him play with this toy, but he loved it
sooo much. It was his first experience with a squeaky type toy, and initially he was unsure if it was alive or a toy. And so he was gentle. It would squeak when he touched it, and we would watch as he recoiled in horror as though thinking "
Omigod, I hurt it!" Then he would very tentatively approach it again, nudge it, and recoil when it squeaked at him. He is a
pitbull, however, and so shortly after the initial introduction, he tore the thing apart. Like a good
pitbull does.

Now, sadly, all that is left of the little sweet chameleon toy is a single pair of feet we confiscated once we realized he was
swallowing rubber that will surely lodge in his intestines and cost us $1k we don't have.

Thanks Grandma.
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