O Cão Puxão

The wooden ears are the first thing my daughter grabs, and she'll sit there bending them back and forth for ten minutes straight. It rolls smoothly across our rug and even the sidewalk without tipping over. Feels solid and well-made, not like the plastic junk we've been through.

My 18-month-old squeals with joy every time the wooden ears flap as he pulls it across our hardwood floors. The sustainably harvested wood feels smooth and solid—no splinters even after he's tried to chew on the ears. It's sturdy enough to survive daily toddler play.

The wooden body has held up perfectly against daily abuse from my 18-month-old, and watching her light up when the ears flop as she drags it across the kitchen tile is pure joy. Even the sidewalk bumps haven't chipped a single piece.