Another one bites the dust.  Another one of Wrigley’s toys that is.  This time it was Linus who met his maker.

Linus is nothing but little scraps of white fluff and a torn blue exterior as of this afternoon.

It looks like she finally realized what she’s done, and is now mourning his loss.

Cohen just chewed on his toes the entire time.  Mmmmm….toe cheese.

Hey, at least it wasn’t the couch!  I am trying to convince Derek that she is over that stage in her life.

I WANT A NEW COUCH!

Wriggs….do Momma a favor, and be over your little furniture eating phase.  Because Santa is watching, and if you are a good girl maybe he’ll bring you Linus’ twin brother.