And I do mean everywhere. Days later we're still finding bits of stuffing in our washer and dryer. I am absolutely flabbergasted at how much stuffing came out and how fluffy he still was in spite of the stuffing-loss.
|What a brave doggy. He's still smiling despite his harrowing trip through the wash.|
I gallantly gathered as much stuffing as I could and gently shoved it back inside his battered carcass, along with a bit extra from my stash. A few stitches later, and he was as good as new--maybe even better than new. He only bears a slight scar from his experience--I, however, will be haunted forever.