Real Friends
It’s amazing how we become so attached to stuffed toys. I have always had a fondness for my stuffed animals. I collected them as a kid and assigned personalities and what not to them. Some had clothes and a particular spot where they hung out in my room.
It then is of little surprise that I carry around Harold… and in turn, Randie carries around Harold (or rather, it happened the other way around)…. Harold is our little pal… who makes friends wherever he goes… uh… except with Grace, perhaps.
Mine’s still a two-foot tall Winnie-The-Pooh. Poohbear has been my hero since I was five. He’s a lot of fun to cuddle up with and is always willing to listen.
Silly old bear!
Pete… Aw…. I love silly old bears. Pooh is sweet! The English do like the Teddy Bears… There’s that Paddington, too! And I remember Capt. Kangaroo reading “Corduroy” to us tv kids back in the day. Don’t think that bear was English though.
Harold just needs something for the hangover (he looks a little glazed over today).
Works with real animals as well….
Then there is the… special joy… of a crow that decides that you are one of the nifty people.
First time the crow had something to say… lots of noises, an entire menagerie of sounds.
The second time… I decided that I would try petting the crow… after all, what’s the worst it could do? Peck me?
The worst that it could do turned out to be still wanting to be petted TWENTY MINUTES LATER, while people pointed and went ‘look at the guy with the crow!’ 😛
I have taken to calling the bird Crazy Crow – he is an attention hog….
He was a rescue bird, who decided that people mean free food and attention. 😛
The Auld Grump, there were times that I contemplated the high crime of crownapping….
Ah yes, Paddington bear who had an Aunt varoo in Peru. And of course Corduroy!