Molly turned four last month. We bought her one real toy–a bone the size of my femur–and a toy that we knew wouldn’t last longer than an hour in the throes of her mighty jaw.

We were right about the cheapo toy.

But before she chewed it to shreds, we got lots of chuckles from it because of the sound it made. We affectionately named the toy Darth Lamb.

It has given rise to a whole new entrepreneurial opportunity for Jim…Star Wars dog toys. Can you just picture it? As the dog bites into a doggie Darth, the toy exclaims: Young puppy, I am disturbed by your lack of bite. Please don’t steal his idea; we’re hoping to make millions from it.