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He’s got this proud little tilt to his chin that makes me laugh every time I walk past him on the couch—exactly the “couch potato” energy the description promises. The stitching on his mane is sturdy enough that my toddler’s already tried to yank it off twice and it hasn’t budged.

The way he’s designed to lounge around with that confident little smirk cracks me up every time I see him on the couch. Stitching feels sturdy enough for my toddler to drag him everywhere, and the plush is just soft enough to hug without getting all matted.

He’s got such a proud little posture, like he knows he’s the king of the couch. The fur is soft enough that I keep picking him up just to pet him, and he’s already claimed my reading chair as his throne.