So, my older dog, Bear, got a fleecy bone-shaped toy for Christmas back in 2007. We called it his baby and he became surprisingly neurotic about it. For a year he guarded it and carried it around everywhere with him. A few weeks before Christmas this past year, it was time for baby to go to heaven - it was grossly dingy, all the fleece was
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