I would be very interested in the number of wrong answers you received since this will relect a large proportion of the population.

Yours truly

Paul Foyster

Now that’s whay I call Rock n Roll!

I’m sorry. But anyone gullible enough to pay $75,000 for a teddy bear deserves to lose their money. If you have too much cash give it to charity!

This is one of the funniest stories I’ve ever read. The definition of irony.

[...] Elvis teddy mauled in berserk doberman horror Boy, you don’t get to write a headline like that very often.   This story has all the great elements: Elvis Presley, a museum full of priceless memories, a frenzied guard dog, and a “hopping mad” dude named Sir Benjamin.  Don’t look for this one in storybook form anytime soon.  Here’s the story:   Guard dog Barney and his [...]Source: Elvis teddy mauled in berserk doberman horror - themes [Feed] [...]

What’s a dog to do? All those toys and no one to stop him. I hope they treat Barney with care now that’s he’s a celebrity. He should get off with just some bad press like the rest of them celebs.

“Sir Benjamin” has more money than sense. Make the punishment fit the “crime” – take away the dogs favourite bone.
Of course the insurance company will probably “win” by saying that Barnie was not the type of dog they specified, or something equally specious, just so they don’t need to pay up.

What can you expect when you put an extremely smart dog in with lots of “toys” and no one around to pay attention to him? They are “velcro dogs” and must be around people or their creative streak will come to life!

Good boy, good! Way to go!

Dogs love to rip apart plushies. What did they expect? Take him out for a longer walk or something.

You ain’t nothin but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time.
You ain’t nothin but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time.
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
And you ain’t no friend of mine.

Barney’s thoughts: “Oh, sweet revenge..”

The sweat of a deceased junkie doesn’t bother you, Sir Bonehead, but dog saliva does. Hmmm.
How ’bout I take a bunch of teddy bears with names like Kate, Lilac and Grace (land, get it?), give them to a bunch of bums downtown, let them handle them for a few days, then sell them to you for just a tenth of what you spent for Mabel? How’d that be? N’kay?

Until I read this, I was considering having my testacles insured.

I’d be pissed too if I had to sift through doggie do looking for the glint of a tiny plastic eye.

Barney is the “stuff” of legends.

Few knew of the King’s fascination with botanical research into what he liked to call “dog-nip.”

Mabel was laid to rest next to the pop idol of the fifties and sixties. She was 49.

I love this dog! He should be in Hollywood making a movie, did you see his face? That “not sure what I’ve done” look? Hilarious!