I like stuff.
Seriously. There’s not much I won’t have a look at.
When my folks brought me home, they had all this stuff already for me, chews, toys, a bed and things.
They’d thrown a load of stuff out but still had loads left over.
Do I mind the second hand stuff? No, not really. I do have some stuff of my own, like Roadkill the new tiger, but I also have loads of other stuff the play with and destroy, LOADS of stuff and my mom & day aren’t bothered if I break something, they’re just happy it’s being used.
Re-cycling, Up-cycling is it? I don’t know, I’m a Dog.