Butter Wouldn't Melt...

My sister sent Benny the cutest thing for Valentine's Day.  It was an adorable Lamb Chop stuffed toy with little squeakers in each hand & foot, plus a larger one in its chest.  Because it was a bit bigger than his usual toy--he's a wee miniature Dachshund after all--I had high hopes of Lamb Chop being one of the rare few that he doesn't tear limb from limb.

Sadly, he totally lives up to the purpose of his breed: chasing badgers down their holes and shredding them.  Hard to believe such a small creature still has the killer instincts of his larger ancestors, but believe me, he's a terror.  He had the feet and the "heart" ripped out within five minutes!  I think it's the squeakers; he won't quit until there is no more noise and guess in his dog brain that means he has killed his prey.  In theory, at least.  Could be he just hates the squeaks and can't wait to silence them.

In any case, after his rampage, he collapsed in a heap and took a two hour nap...and honestly, could he be more sweet and innocent?

But now look, eewww, sort of gruesome isn't it...arm dangling, ear missing, no feet...and Benny isn't done yet.  There are two hands, an ear and most of the stuffing left, which I will be picking up over the next few weeks as he finishes the job.  I can't even hazard a guess on how many "pelts" I have disposed of over the past two years.  Freddy Krueger's an amateur compared to this wee dog.

Aw, poor Lamb Chopped...