One last laugh

This stuffed dog has been part of our lives for about a year. Eastbourne Grandma "won" it from a charity tombola. First she tried to fob it off on cousin G, but he had the good taste to act scared of the giant beast. Not our Foxy. He squeeled with delight and rode it like a bucking bronco. Ergo, we got stuck with the thing. Imagine my delight when stuffing started coming out of its back. This was the dogs finest moment, IMO: