Our bulldog used to love his little brown monkey. It grunted, it squeaked, it had long arms that would flail all over the place when he shook it. It was his favorite toy.

Then, one day, he was over it.

We put it in front of him, trying to reignite some interest....some spark.

Hmmm...nope.

Done. No more love for the monkey. He was disconsolate.

Weeks passed. Then, with a glimmer of hope, I saw and purchased the most gargantuan monkey toy I had ever seen.

And, yes, monkey love returned. It was almost primitive the way he mauled that toy - like he had hunted the wooly mammoth and won.

(sigh), my friends, size does matter.