Are you kidding me?

So I have two small dogs, Honey and Hope. Honey is actually the mother of hope, but Honey is the one that carries around a "baby." It is a fuzzy pink squeaky bone that is about the size of her body. She carries this thing around all day and needs it to go to sleep at night; she sucks on it. Keep in mind she is six years old! I have had to replace this toy probably about seven times. Well her current "baby," she has chewed a hole in the pulled out the squeaker and some of the stuffing, so it's time for a new one. I usually have backup ready, but after long hours on the internet, could not find these things anymore. I know I'm in trouble. Well I come across a company that has them for super cheap; like $3.50 per toy. I order five of them (each one will usually last about 6 months to a year). I pay more for the rush shipping than I do for the actual toys. So I get home last night around 8 or 9 or so and it is dark but I can see a package on my doorstep. Thank god!!! I'm tired of waking up in the morning to be covered in more stuffing from her old one! As I'm looking at the rather small box I'm thinking to myself, "man, they must have shoved these things in there!" I open the box and I pull out these tiny bones about 2 inches in length. Now I'm in real trouble. I put her old toy up there to compare the size to the new one and all five of them lines up in a row do not equal the size of her old one. So, I'm gonna give this a shot. I cut all the tags off this toothpick size toy and hand it to her. She looks at me like "are you kidding me" and walks off and somewhat starts to sulk. Lays down, head down, won't look at me. It was my mistake to squeak one of them before she saw it so she knew she was getting a new one (which usually excites her). So, did I get any sleep last night? Not really. And why is that? Because Honey wouldn't lay down as she was searching for her "baby" last night that doesn't exist anymore.