Adios Creepy Dog

Contrary to the normally downbeat editorial tone here at Chaos HQ, I am pleased to bring you a rare feel-good happy ending story - consider it the silly pet tale at the end of the grim evening newscast. You know, the one that leaves you grinning like an idiot and muttering 'aw shucks' even though the world is on fire in eleventy places.

You may recall that I recently embarked on massive toy purge that left Creepy Dog and his brethren bound for the tip. But at the eleventh hour, a lovely family decided to adopt him and a handful of the other doomed plastic cheep and nasties. I would tell you more about the family, but they are now in a witness protection program. Anyway, they wouldn't have time to respond to press queries because they are busy reading 'Cujo' and re-thinking their hasty adoption decision.

Pack your doggy bag. 

I can hardly believe my luck. Having finally managed to pass the curse on, I embark on a new chapter in my life. I've lived for so long with the curse that I am left with a sort of empty creepy nest feeling.

Happy trails Creepy Dog. Good luck new family - time and sanity allowing, I hope you will carry the creepy mantle and report back on the doings of your new, moderately psychopathic canine companion.