Tough love

Out of the washing machine and on to the autopsy slab... I'd always thought Mr Pink was the dog's favourite toy, but looking at him closely suggests there's a thin line between love and hate. A missing foot, torn-off antennae, twisted limbs, yet still Mr Pink gives a wobbly smile. Maybe it's the secret satisfaction of having an indestructible squeaker deep within his chest which the dog, chew as he might, will never silence.