Big Pupi did something new today:
Today, for the very first time ever in my adopted life...
...I killed a stuffy. I chewed right through his evil schnozzle.
Then I ripped his guts out through his face.
Now I'm not a violent dog. In fact, I've never chewed through a stuffy before (but I have been known to take part in some destuffing if Stanislaw made his way through some fuzzy flesh). I have stuffed toys that are so old and so gross that mom has to toss them just for that reason. They never have any damage aside from the right ear which I insist on removing on each of my toys. Why do I do that? I could tell you but then I'd have to destuff you.
I don't know what got into me. Maybe it's the sudden lack of chicken that's left me feeling detoxed and sprightly. Perhaps it's those energizing B vitamins we've recently added to our food. Maybe I was motivated by the fact that it was Stan's tug stuffy and not one from my precious lot. I don't know... but whatever it was it has me feeling so strange. So daring. So.... NAUGHTY.
So I gave that stuffed raccoon a facelift and boy did I teach him a lesson!
Watch out for these jaws o' destruction,