Sunday, February 15, 2009
Growing up in the 1950's, we didn't have the plethora of stuffed animals that children have now. Snoopy is actually the first one I remember getting, and one of the few that graced my undecorated bedroom. I'm not sure how or when Snoopy recently surfaced, but he's been sitting in a pile waiting to be discarded. His resewn neck has a gaping hole, his nose is nearly scratched off and his left ear is hanging by a thread. So why am I having such a hard time parting with him???? I actually got him as far as the wastebasket this morning, but the thought of going all the way to the trash is more than I can bear. I actually think maybe he should adorn my bathroom trash for a while. No, no that's silly! What shall I do with Snoopy?
I put a little poll on the side just to see what you think. I can't guarantee I'll follow your advice, but I am curious.