As a man of a certain, indeterminate age, Scooby the elderpin isn’t usually one for toys.
Yet when I dangled in front of his nose a stuffy that came in the mail yesterday, he snatched it decidedly.
Puzzled, the big dogs tailed their Napoleonic pal as he trotted into the living room. Charlie Machete once tried to steal the loot right out of Scooby’s mouth.
He was met with a growl from the old dog and a mean “No!” from foster mama.
Scooby then settled into one of his three new beds and began to gnaw softly at the toy’s furry appendages. Less than three minutes later, he decided his new friend made a better snuggle buddy than a chew.
Can you blame him?