Pete's Expert Summary
My human seems to believe my life lacks a certain… canine element. A grave miscalculation. This object, presented for my consideration, is a plush effigy of a "Cockapoo" puppy named Nayla, crafted by the venerable GUND company. I will concede, GUND has a long-standing reputation for quality, and the promise of "soft, huggable materials" does pique my professional interest in high-end napping surfaces. However, the form it takes is a shaggy, tan insult. While its construction is likely superb and its fur plush enough for a preliminary biscuit-making session, the fact remains that it is a *dog*. It represents everything loud, slobbery, and undignified in the animal kingdom. Its true value will be determined by whether its function as a superior pillow can overcome its deeply unfortunate appearance.
Key Features
- REALISTIC COCKAPOO PUPPY: Nayla is designed with true-to-life cockapoo features, including shaggy tan fur and floppy ears. Standing at 10.5 inches tall, this plush dog is a perfect gift for dog parents and fans of cocker spaniels and poodles alike
- SOFT & HUGGABLE: This plush toy is made from soft, huggable materials and features surface-washable construction for easy cleaning. Each Nayla puppy stuffed animal is appropriate for ages 1 and up and ships in a protective poly bag
- GIFT WITH GUND: Our plush dolls, teddy bears, sensory toys and stuffed animals make timeless birthday and baby shower gifts, anniversary gifts, and gifts for every other occasion. GUND collection teddy bears and plushies are perfect for all ages
- QUALITY CUDDLES: Our award-winning bears and toys appeal to animal lovers everywhere, known for their unmatched quality and huggable plush designs. From toddler toys to adults of all ages, GUND toys are perfect for play, collecting and cuddling
- PREMIER PLUSH: As America’s oldest soft toy maker, GUND has crafted unique and classic teddy bears and stuffed animals for 125 years. To this day, we proudly carry this legacy and stand by our toys, known worldwide for their quality and innovation
- Includes: 1 GUND Designer Dogs Collection Nayla Plush, Poly Bag
- Covered by the Spin Master Care Commitment. See below for full details
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The box was opened with the usual cooing and nonsensical human chatter. From within the rustling plastic, my human produced a creature of shaggy, tan fur and floppy ears. It stared at me with vacant, glassy eyes. "Look, Pete! It's a puppy!" she chirped, setting the thing on the rug. A puppy. An effigy of my mortal foe, placed upon the very ground I deign to walk upon. The sheer audacity. I flattened my ears and narrowed my eyes, observing the intruder from the safety of the armchair. It did not move. It did not bark. It did not smell of wet dirt and desperation. This was its first, and perhaps only, saving grace. For a full hour, I conducted a tactical surveillance mission. I watched as a sunbeam crept across the floor and illuminated its synthetic fur, revealing a texture that, I grudgingly admitted, looked rather dense and soft. I listened as the house settled into silence, a silence this "Nayla" did not dare to break. My curiosity, that traitorous feline impulse, finally overrode my principles. I leaped down from my perch and approached with silent paws, circling the plush canine at a safe distance. It was an inanimate lump, a mockery of a real dog. A perfect target. With a flick of my tail, I delivered a single, calculated bat with a soft paw. The creature wobbled, then settled. The impact was… satisfyingly plush. I batted it again, harder this time. It simply absorbed the blow, its floppy ear jiggling with a sort of pathetic submission. This was no adversary. This was furniture. I crept closer, sniffing its head. It smelled of the factory and my human's hands, nothing more. Tentatively, I pushed my face into its side. The legends were true. The GUND quality was undeniable. It was like burying my face in a warm, dense cloud that just happened to be shaped like a simpleton. I did not pounce. I did not shred. Such actions are for common ruffians, not for a connoisseur of comfort like myself. Instead, I began to knead its back, my claws sinking into the deep, forgiving plushness, a rhythmic sign of conquest and appropriation. After establishing my complete and total dominance, I circled three times and settled against its flank, tucking my nose under its ridiculous floppy ear. It was not a friend. It was not a toy. It was a spoil of war, a vanquished foe repurposed into a pillow of exceptional quality. It would serve my napping needs admirably. A worthy, if unorthodox, addition to my collection of fine things.
