I hve 5 dogs and I would like to think I love them all the same but it's not true.  One of my dogs, Prue, has seriously made me question whether all dogs go to heaven or some dogs have a special place they get to go instead.  I still love Prue, however, and, once a year, I buy her a special gift.  Every year, Prue gets a new "Toy Toy." Toy Toy is a stuffed lambchop toy that the dog adores.  The dog can jump up and bite my nose repeatedly most mornings (I wish I were joking) but she has a special fondness for this 10" super plush stuffed lamb that I cannot figure out.  She carries it around.  She squeaks it's middle and it's paws.  She cuddles it's soft plush head.  She is very protective of it and won't let the other dogs de-stuff or de-fuzz or de-squeak it.  This goes on for months.  She carries the toy, which is almost bigger than her, in her mouth until, inevitably, she turns her back for too long and our meaty 18 pound de-squeaking monster of a dachsund grabs the toy and runs to a place where Prue can't get to Toy Toy.  For weeks after, Prue will carry around the empty carcass of Toy Toy until she brings it outdoors and it can't come back inside because it is dirty.