Apparently, some one hasn't heard the expression, "...letting the fox guard the hen house," or in this case, the plush collectibles. Like mobile homes in a Florida trailer park during a category 5 hurricane, sometimes you can almost see the tragic outcome before it happens. As one looks over the carnage of eviscerated plush collectibles once worth thousands of dollars, you must ask yourself, "Can I really blame mother nature?"
For us dogs to be handed a bowl of food is convenient for both of us, but it denies our instinct of knowing to use our wolf-like teeth for what they were designed for...shredding. While I applaud this fellow canine of being gainfully employed as a security guard, the humans have obviously denied him his own plush bounty needed to satiate his lupine cravings. I say, good dog! Anyway, only bones are worth collecting.