Who Wants a Gay Elvis Teddy Bear Anyway?

When you have pets… or dogs that inhibit you from purchasing the bedding of your choosing (of course I wouldn’t be speaking from personal experience about a Beagle who "kills" anything with stuffing - as that would make me appear to be bitter)... you realize that they must be monitored AT ALL TIMES. Or carnage ensues…

I feel no sympathy for the people in the teddy bear museum… I mean, what dog wouldn’t jump at the chance to eat a stuffin’.

And… why would anyone need a teddy bear collection watched by guards and dogs?