There’s been a stretch of very nice weather, and I try to get me and Chico outside as much as possible.

The other day, we were outside, and Chico was having a blast deconstructing a stuffed toy.

This toy is full of batting, and is made of a lovely textured cloth.

Tearing the seams and pulling the stuffing out is a repeated source of amusement.

This is possible because I will pick up the stuffing, jam it back inside, and sew up the ripped seam. Numerous times before breaking down and buying a new one.

After a guy tears the “guts” out of the toy, he can roll on it:

And on some invisible thing on the lawn near the toy.

Go figure. But it’s good, clean, fun.