When I was a kid, I was forced to take the dinosaur out to poop after he ate his dinner every night. Sure didn't miss him when the great freeze came and he kicked the bucket. What a relief it was not to have to walk him every night. Mom made me a very warm coat out of his hide, but it had a gammy smell to it. After a couple of months, it dissipated and the skin softened a lot. Back then we lived in a cave, and now, 2 million years later, I live in a house with heat and running water. Sure is a change from the old days........