Apparently I suffer from something my lady calls destructive love. It all started with Bear, my squeaky, let's get this straight, I love Bear. I love to squeak Bear, I love to run with Bear, sleep with Bear, just plain be with Bear. When I stay with Judy, Bear goes too, and Audrey can't get near Bear. Unhealthy? Not yet.
Lately I have developed a new way to love Bear, and it involved chewing on Bear. POP, off came one of Bear's legs, then a couple of days later, POP off came another leg. My lady sewed up the holes and I stopped chewing and went back to lovin' Bear in other ways. (get your mind outta the gutter) Then one night I discovered that Bear was filled with really lovely, soft, white stuff. And I could pull that lovely, white stuff out with my teeth (once I ripped open the really bad sewing job). So I pulled and pulled and pulled and apparently killed Bear.