Serial Pillow Killer

This is my serial killer face. Many of stuffed animals have frozen in fear when they saw this face….just before I ripped the stuffing out of them.

I can’t help it. It is a need I have. Once there is a hole and I smell a little bleeding or see a little stuffing showing through I need to get it, get it all.

Today I attacked a pillow. it ws old anyway but my dad doesn’t understand. He asks me “why?” There is NO Why! I just need to. it is like a drug. I HAVE TO GET THE STUFFING!


Maybe if I explain  my hunting instincts? Maybe if I tell him my family background? Did you know that the Romans had legions of Mastiffs who wore armour into battle? They had spikes on top of their armour and would run under the cavalry horses of the enemy to rip out their stuffing. They would attack the enemy soldiers and rip out their stuffing too. …and in their off time they would guard the forts.  I’ll bet they didn’t get scolded when they ripped out the bad guys stuffing!……….it was a bad pillow.

So we had  alittle sit down…’er lie down talk and “discussed” this matter. It was good for him to waste his time telling me his point of view. I am sure he felt better afterwards. Me? I am still going on the hunt whenever the mood strikes, no evil pillow, no stuffed animal, no object of my chewing desire will ever be safe. I have a need to feed. I have to be true to  who I am. It is like that vampire and the werewolf guy , (where wolf, wear wolf, ?) in that movie, no not Boris Karloff and Lon Chaney, the twinklelight dudes, ok, ok Twilight kids, they got to be who they are …but nice who they are’s.

Life Lesson: Don’t take no crap from stuffed animals or pillows.

The Rather Untimely demise of My Friend the Lion…….ooops.

This was in happier days. Me playing with my Lion friend. He was soft and squeaky. I loved him, but you know after awhile that squeaking kind of gets on your nerves.

So one Happy day we played and played. I asked him why he squeaked so much, but he just squeaked in return.  So……………I ripped the stuffing out of him.

 He didn’t take it so well. In fact he looked rather badly after that. ……………I had fun.  Is being a stuffed animal serial killer a bad thing?n I still count him as one of my closest friends….and his paws still squeak, ( but I’ll get them!)

This is a little peek of me and Lion having a little fun. It is kind of like “Call of the Wild” or “Lion King”.

Life Lesson:  Don’t grow up to be a stuffed animal.

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