Found: one small beanbag dog – slightly worn

While changing the sheets today I discovered Seetle behind the bed. Even Brother knew the significance of this. “Oh! Dog, dog!” He quickly grabbed the ragged mutt and headed down the hall. “Sissy, sissy… Dog!” What a sweet reunion it was.
You see Dad brought Seetle home to his baby girl in part as penance for going on a trip to Seattle so soon in her little life. For the longest time the little pooch was simply another toy in the nursery but somewhere around 12 months he began to have a significance of the sort one ascribes to “blankies” and “boo boo bunnies.” He has been lost on occasion but never for as long as this. So, you see, today was a sweet reunion indeed.