Having previously spent time posting rather earnest comments extolling the virtues of our 2-year old lab - oh she's so well trained! Oh she knows her place! Oh she's bloody Lassie with bells on, I have just gone downstairs to find she's chewed up Horsie.
I thought dog and dd (18 mths) were playing together, and stopped to lovingly watch their game from the stairs, but it turns out that dd was trying to put Horsie's feet and tail back on, shaking her head sadly and saying "Ow. Ow. Clip clop. Ow. NO!"
Bloody dog. Free to a good home.