Puppy Yucky

So, yesterday was quite a monumental day. I am hoping it doesn't stick, because it makes me very very sad. Cami bit the nose off her puppy in the morning. Right after it happened, she handed him to me and said "Puppy, Yucky!" I tried to tell her he was still alright. She wouldn't hear it. "Puppy Yucky!" was all she'd say. So, we went to church, came back, and I said "Should we go find puppy?" Again, "Puppy, YUCKY!" I haven't been able to get her to take him back yet. When we tucked her in, I tried to get her to sleep with him, but she wouldn't. Still, "Puppy yucky!" So I grabbed a soft bunny rabbit from her stash of stuffed animals, and she went right to sleep. Thought she might have forgotten about it by this morning. Nope. The poor guy has been turned out. Is that sad, or what?!