Crime Scene Photo
After I gutted one "indestructible" stuffed toy after another (see CSI: Brushtown), Mom finally wised up and quit wasting her hard-earned money on them. If she would have kept up with my pace of destruction, not only would she have been in the "dog house" with Dad, but I have a feeling that M&D would have been filing for bankruptcy before long.
Then one summer day while not even in the market for a toy, we happened upon the best indestructible K-9 toy on the market. I remember the day like it was yesterday. Dad brought home a little bat-eared, pig-dog and set him in front of my crate. The rest is history. Not only do I have a bad-ass little brother to blame things on, I have the best indestructible, interactive toy on the market. He was worth every penny that M&D didn't pay for him.
