Snoopy
When I graduated from high school, my mother bought me a dachshund for me to have my classmates autograph.
My dad bought me a Snoopy—he would always buy something from anyone coming door to door or standing on the corner of a road selling something.
I don’t remember what happened to that dachshund but Snoopy went with me to college, followed me around to Georgia and then Texas. He lived on my oldest son’s bunk-bed for many years.
He got a bit dirty along the way–with three little boys and a bunch of other stuffed animals.
I decided to give him a bath by removing his stuffing—it was sawdust!.
He sat in my sewing room for several years, a flat sad little heap of fur.
Having a huge box of stuffing left from the Raggedy Ann/Andy project, I decided to return him to his original state.
He’s missing an eyebrow and a bit of fur—but I think he will sit next to my Teddy Bear on my desk as a reminder of my dad.
Sylvia Weir Art 
This made me smile . . .