There’s something unique about the kind of love that an animal can show a person, and then there’s another kind of love that they show that’s just mind boggling. For instance, B. “loves” stuffed animals, especially this plush beagle-looking thing we have lying around. She’ll rub her head all over it, carry it through the house, lick it endlessly, roll on it and even sniff its behind. But then an awful turn of events always seems to take place. A different kind of “love” takes shape. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand it, but it seems as though her favorite object of affection turns into the one thing she must obliterate! Luckily, I saved Mr. Beagle this time, but not without some battle scars…

Seems innocent enough. A little lick, a little sniff…

And then those eyes. Those sappy, innocent eyes always mean trouble is brewing.

Oh the humanity!

And then the slow death begins.

The beast shows no mercy.

Soon to be a three-legged Mr. Beagle.

Okay, okay, give it here…pretty please!?