Secrets of a Stuffed Dog

After bragging about how old my stuffed toy dog was, I eventually brought it to work to show it off.  One of the people who I showed it to was my friend, Kay, who jus’ happened to stop by the station.

She managed to talk me into letting her take it home to show to her roommate Lori. I had a bad feeling about letting the toy out of my sight, even if it was for a night.

In that time frame though, the worst thing possible that could have happened to it — did happen. Lori’s dogs got a hold of the stuffed animal, tearing it to pieces and eating some of the cotton batting that made up the toy’s innards.

Needless to say I was very upset at the situation, after all I had the stuff toy dog since I was a toddler. As for Kay, she was in tears over the destruction of the dog.

Jump forward three years: I was cleaning out my closet, which included a wooden chest. I opened the chest and right there on top I found my prized stuffed toy dog.

I was overjoyed.

Then that joy turned to puzzlement as I tried to figure out how it ended up in that box after I had seen what the dogs had done to it. Kay swears up and down she had nothing to do with his reappearance.

I think toys not only have a secret life of their own — but the older ones are wicked masters at pulling pranks —  or time-travellers.