Death of a Sock Dachshund

A year or two ago, I made a replica of my real dachshund, Charlie, In the form of a sock dachshund.

It took a long time to make and I thought it was pretty dang cute. Sure, Charlie was creeped out by it but that made it all the more charming.

An hour or two ago, I walked into the living room to find Cooper (my other real Dachshund) ripping into the sock dachshund. This is the gruesome scene that the murderous Cooper left in his wake:


Guts everywhere


Twisted body


Gaping hole in the neck


I attempted mouth-to-mouth


But I could not save him it. I held it's broken body in my arms and screamed...


WHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?????????


Friggen' Cooper. He's a Blood-thirsty killer.
(Blood = Stuffing)
(Blood also = cicadas)