Everyone has one vice

Today I stopped at a pet store to pick something up for Barkley. A cute, little polar bear fell in my cart for Sammy, and he squeaked it all the way home. The minute he got back to ASL, he ripped the legs off his polar bear! Apparently his self image is of a dog without legs, and he thought his toys should all have legs. Ok, secretly his one vice is that he destroys squeaky toys. It looks like a snow storm in his pen some days, when H. brings him new toys. This is a picture of the sad, little pink legs from the polar bear.