It was an act of extreme violence. The assailant obviously knew the victim...
Poor little thing, she had so much to live for. She really didn't deserve it to end this way...
Dr. M, Medical Examiner, looks over what was obviously the fatal wound.
We didn't have to look far to find him. They're all alike ~ it only takes one taste of stuffing and they're hooked. It usually starts with something as innocent as a beanie-baby. One eyeball here, a tag ripped out there...until they open that first seam. Then it's all over. Before you know it they've moved on to Gund and then they're hanging around outside the local Build-a-bear, looking for fresh stuffing. Here's the perp, chewing on a rawhide, seemingly oblivious to the carnage just mere feet away...
They always return to the scene of the crime. Always.
It's 8:25pm...do you know where YOUR stuffies are??
;oP
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Oh the creative mind you have. I read the title and said "What" so I had to hop on over and take a look. It's always the sweet little cute ones.
At least it wasnt your favorite $100.00 shoes missing a huge hunk of leather right out of the center. I still shutter when I think about it.
Tucker developed a taste for stuffing at an early age, too. I remember throwing away a garbage bag full of stuffed doggie toys that he shredded. Now he rips up doggie beds in the blink of an eye. Oh, and he also has a serious taste for kleenex and paper towels.
Get out the pawcuffs!
Too funny!! We don't have a dog, but our house rabbit is guilty of the same crime.
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