Puppy
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It's also getting harder to take interesting pictures.
This is Puppy. I'm 30 years old but I sleep with him every night. It's not like it's a beloved childhood toy -- I think my grandma gave him to me when I was like 17. Too old really for stuffed animals, but I've always liked them.
I think it's really just because I like real life animals, but for some reason it's not okay to have your own tiger or elephant. You have to make do with stuffed versions. That's why stuffed animals that look like real animals are the best. None of these giant bears with hearts. Bears don't hold hearts, man. Unless they rip it out of your chest in the forest, and then they'd probably just eat it, not hold it out to you and play "You Are my Sunshine."
I got this dog sometime before I left for college. I had to leave behind my real life dog, Max, which was a pretty heart-wrenching thing to do. I think I missed Max more than I missed my people family. When he died a couple months later, I remember taking some comfort in this silly stuffed animal my grandma had given me. There's something about having something to hold on to, to wrap your arms around and rest your chin on when you sleep. It anchors you.
So I still sleep with him. Clyde doesn't really understand.
It's also getting harder to take interesting pictures.
This is Puppy. I'm 30 years old but I sleep with him every night. It's not like it's a beloved childhood toy -- I think my grandma gave him to me when I was like 17. Too old really for stuffed animals, but I've always liked them.
I think it's really just because I like real life animals, but for some reason it's not okay to have your own tiger or elephant. You have to make do with stuffed versions. That's why stuffed animals that look like real animals are the best. None of these giant bears with hearts. Bears don't hold hearts, man. Unless they rip it out of your chest in the forest, and then they'd probably just eat it, not hold it out to you and play "You Are my Sunshine."
I got this dog sometime before I left for college. I had to leave behind my real life dog, Max, which was a pretty heart-wrenching thing to do. I think I missed Max more than I missed my people family. When he died a couple months later, I remember taking some comfort in this silly stuffed animal my grandma had given me. There's something about having something to hold on to, to wrap your arms around and rest your chin on when you sleep. It anchors you.
So I still sleep with him. Clyde doesn't really understand.