MooCow inspired me to put out the question, "What childhood treasure did your mother throw out?"
For me, it was Bowser. A patchwork dog with pink ears and a red collar. My mother thought I owned to many stuffed animals and tried to weed a few out. I'm still mad about that. I told her in no uncertain terms that if she ever looked askew at Squeakie the mouse or Oliver the cat, that she would wake up one morning missing some patches of hair. I really wasn't a violent child, but that was one place you just DON'T GO WITH ME. Like Therese and her shoes.
For me, it was Bowser. A patchwork dog with pink ears and a red collar. My mother thought I owned to many stuffed animals and tried to weed a few out. I'm still mad about that. I told her in no uncertain terms that if she ever looked askew at Squeakie the mouse or Oliver the cat, that she would wake up one morning missing some patches of hair. I really wasn't a violent child, but that was one place you just DON'T GO WITH ME. Like Therese and her shoes.
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