But Doc had different plans. After diving head first into the toy bin, he chose Minnie. Poor, unsuspecting Minnie.
Usually, Doc is very respectful of stuffies. Chomping without destroying is his usual MO.
|A nuzzle to the neck, my lovely?|
|You have a lovely nose, my dear.|
Not this time, nooo, no. Doc had very evil, very specific plans for Minnie.
It started with the usual chomp, a chomp to the nose. Nothing that would raise the red flag predicting the horrifying events which would later take place.
|Such a lovely nose, that I must eat it.|
All seemed innocent enough, and back to his kennel Doc went.
Later in the evening, I checked on Doc. Apparently, Minnie had looked at Doc the wrong way, and Doc didn't like that.
And this is all that was left of Minnie. Her little, satin bow tie.