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So, my older dog, Bear, got a fleecy bone-shaped toy for Christmas back in 2007. We called it his baby and he became surprisingly neurotic about it. For a year he guarded it and carried it around everywhere with him. A few weeks before Christmas this past year, it was time for baby to go to heaven - it was grossly dingy, all the fleece was matted and brown, and it had started to grow holes. Two or three days before Christmas we caught him pulling the stuffing out - we reprimanded him for pulling Baby's guts out. He looked sad and left it alone for a day or two, but then we started finding baby guts all over the house and threw Baby away. He got a new baby for Christmas.
Right off the bat, he was trying to pull this one apart, but we'd catch him and make him stop. I came down stairs a little while ago, and Bear was nowhere to be seen. But the new baby... It was torn, limb from limb, it's insides strewn about over a four foot area of the dining room. Even the squeakers were multilated. I picked up the pieces and brought it to my parents, who gasped in horror. Downstairs they went, to find a guilty looking dog laying on the couch. "Why did you do that to your baby?!" they asked.
"The voices told me it was an evil baby," Bear said, "They told me it needed to be punished."
Point: Do we buy him a new baby or not?
Right off the bat, he was trying to pull this one apart, but we'd catch him and make him stop. I came down stairs a little while ago, and Bear was nowhere to be seen. But the new baby... It was torn, limb from limb, it's insides strewn about over a four foot area of the dining room. Even the squeakers were multilated. I picked up the pieces and brought it to my parents, who gasped in horror. Downstairs they went, to find a guilty looking dog laying on the couch. "Why did you do that to your baby?!" they asked.
"The voices told me it was an evil baby," Bear said, "They told me it needed to be punished."
Point: Do we buy him a new baby or not?