Thursday, May 01, 2008
When Donny first came home to live with us, we bought him a doggy toy. It was a fleece stuffed animal that he carried around and snuggled up to go to sleep with. Puppy teething came along and his "fuzzy" didn't survive the massacre. So we bought him another one. Fuzzy number two met a similar fate. Behold, fuzzy number three, aka the wabbit.
The wabbit had been sitting on my shelf for a few years. The Mr. bought it for me on day in one of those donate to this cause and get this bunny campaigns. So some orphans got some books and I got a white stuffed rabbit. After fuzzies number one and two went to fuzzy heaven, I turned my rabbit over to Donny and it became his wabbit. It was one of those stuffed animals that is weighted with these pebbly looking things. Having seen the effects of puppy teething, I cut a small whole in the wabbit and drained his backside of his pebble innards to save myself a messy clean-up. Over time I have also grabbed the wabbit when I noticed a tear here and there and removed the stuffing from him. Today the wabbit is pretty much a floppy furry shell of his former self. But Donny loves him. He carries him between our house and other destinations in the car and when he can, sneaks him outside. When Donny is kenneled in the mornings, in goes wabbit with him. When we come home, there Donny sits with wabbit still in his mouth. You'd think he'd have dry mouth.
Is there anything in your life that no one else would value but never ceases to give you comfort when you hold it, look at it and think about it?
Tell me what wabbits you hold when you just need a little comfort.