We've always said that Arthur's very gay - sensitive, likes the boys, looks great in a tight T-shirt. So when I came across this pink unicorn, how could I not buy it for him? It was my obligation, really.
It's not the sturdiest of toys, and looks like something I could've made in junior-high sewing class, but perhaps the thinking is: If you have the kind of dog who needs a pink unicorn in his life, maybe he's not the type that's going to rip it to shreds in the first five minutes. Less aggro, more emo - you know what I'm saying?
Anyway, Arthur took the unicorn and ran to the coffee table, where my sister tried to snatch it away. Not a good idea.
He doesn't like people touching his pony.
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