We are doing our part to keep the Recycled Teddy Bear / Stuffed Toy industry alive and prosperous.
And it’s a full time job: the dog, now at 7 months, has both grown a full set of adult canine teeth AND learned how to use them efficiently to chew through the toughest of stuffed hides–usually starting at the nose–to reveal the delicious spun-plastic stuffing inside. Yum!
Soon after sacrificing someone’s previous favorite crib toy to the little Chuckie-doll we live with, the carpet is strewn with PoohBear viscera, and the remains have to be retrieved and given a crude final resting place in the nearest dumpster.
And then, the next wave of victims comes home from Angels in the Attic, as you see here, washed free of bed bugs, cooties, and other imagined vermin that (she says) require a washing before being ripped apart.
I think with this batch, we’re going to begin a new Life-After-Death program in which, after the hull has been breached, we will simply reach through the awful gash and eviscerate the formerly stuffed creature.
We will then give the empty hide back to Gandy–the deflated but still mostly furry shell–for further incisor demolition and dog slobbering. This extra post-mortem effort might buy us a few more minutes of blissful distraction from Her HighMaintenance Majesty.
At least, so far, the inside furniture has not met this same fate.