Friday, June 08, 2007

My Puppy

This is Crocker. He was a gift from my grandparents when I was born. I know this because there are pictures of me in my playpen, smiling a big toothless grin with Crocker in the background. I also just looked at his tag and he was made for Crocker Bank (hence the name) in 1979.

Mom is cleaning out the basement while Dad is away on business (I assume it's business, why else would he go away for 2 weeks?), which means all of my childhood crap is being sorted and tossed. I went through 3 bags of stuffed animals and saved my favorites (I also had a story about each one as I sorted). I saved Crocker from an uncertain fate at Good Will and he now sleeps with me. Which I know is pathetic, but what's even more pathetic is that Cocoa the Wonder Kitty is jealous and has taken to sleeping next to my head on an adjacent pillow, just so her spot as top pet is not usurped by this nearly thirty year old stuffed animal.


At 9:52 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dad is only gone for 5 days but I sure got rid of a lot of crap. He won't even notice. MOM

At 10:02 AM , Blogger Merlicious said...

I'm the same way. If you haven't used it, looked at it, or thought about it in 2 years, get rid of it. You'll never use it again.


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