When we got Harper, we brought a couple toys to the breeder's house. One of them was Mr. Hotdog. We rubbed him all over her parents and brothers and sisters so that she could have their scent when she came home. Eventually, she realized that Mr. Hotdog was ideal for biting and flinging around her head in a violent fashion. She also eventually tore him apart. But, her grandparents (my parents) gave her a new one for Christmas! She loves him. Finally, the two have been reunited.
Harper also got a new squirrel and "demon moose" (as Leck calls it) from her grandmother. She loves these, but neither can compare to her new Mr. Hotdog.