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As heard on NPR's "Weekend Edition Sunday" and seen on Entertainment Weekly's "Must List."
You showed us your Dirty Wow Wows: Enjoy the gallery of entries and charming stories about how each got its name.
Mee-Mee Chan |
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Some one gave me "Mee-mee Chan during the first week I was born! We both less than a week away from being 29, which is a bit amazing. She still come with me everywhere, she's been to all the countries I have and we survived college together. Rabbit in Japanese is "usagi", but I couldn't say that when I started talking, my mom said I just started calling her "Mee-mee" and then "Chan" was added by my aunt because I carried her around like my own child.
Submitted by Marie von Kampen | 5/20/07
Elephant |
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This is Elephant (very creatively named) whom I have had since I was one day old (I was born on July 18, 1974). He was a boy when I was a toddler, a girl when I was five-ish and went back to being a boy in my tweens. He has been patched over his patches some and is due for another patching.
Submitted by Elizabeth Early | 5/20/07
Pinky |
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This is my dirty wow wow, Pinky. She is 25 years old, as I got her right before I went to preschool. Her fur used to be light pink and fuffy and she's had numerous hair cuts and some minor ear surgery during her life. Pinky is supposed to be a cat, but for some reason I decided to call her a "Skink" and I actually have a few other differently colored brothers and sisters for her, but she was my favorite and the oldest one.
Submitted by ehraley | 5/20/07
Ellie |
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This is not my Dirty Wow Wow, but my dog, Probert's. He was adopted at 11 months old from a rescue in Columbus, OH and moved in with us in Philadelphia, PA. With him, he brought his only posession in the world: His Ellie. While other stuffed toys are shredded to bits, Probert's Ellie is his one true love.
Submitted by Nicole | 5/20/07
Hug Me |
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This is Hug Me. It's written on her apron so I thought that was her name. She's 23. Her mouth rubbed off and sheís gone though countless surgeries (I was a horrible young seamstress, she has no original seams). Once, my dog tore out some of her guts. My dad replaced it with an old sock and restitched her thinking I wouldn't notice. Obviously, I noticed but she still has my dad's sock inside her.
Submitted by Liz Dubon | 5/19/07
Blankie |
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Meet Blankie. Blankie is 27 years old, and, except for maybe 5 days, has slept with me every single night of my life (including my wedding night). Blankie has lost a bit of weight over the years as his stuffing compressed and then started falling out, but I still love him.
Submitted by Leah Kretovic | 5/19/07
Zero |
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The Christmas of '78 I found this polar bear under the tree. He was promptly chosen over the Barbie and the Bike to be my forever friend. I only knew 2 things about polar bears: 1.They came from the North Pole. 2.It was zero degrees there. Hence his name Zero. As a kid we moved ALOT & Zero has survived all 36 relocations! I hope to have him until the day I die.
Submitted by Kelly | 5/19/07
Wee-Wee |
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Submitted by Ann Ho | 5/19/07
Pink Kitty |
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Kitty has been with me since I was a few months old. He had a partner in crime; my mom would slip my pacifier over one of his knobby hands (so we wouldn't loose it) and the two together became "papoo-kee". I once told my mom that I was going to sleep with kitty until I was 26 years old. I'm now almost 24, and kitty still has a special place at the end of my bed (much to my husband's amusement).
Submitted by Amber Kendall | 5/19/07
Thumper |
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Thumper is my best beloved "eesah bunny". He's almost 50 years old.
When I was losing my first tooth, it wiggled and wiggled but wouldn't fall out. Then, on our summer vacation, driving from Florida to Rhode Island, I was leaning over the front seat and Thumper's ear bumped my tooth. It fell out. For the rest of the drive, my parents were subjected to my endless repetition of "Thumper did it."
Submitted by Lynne Auerbach Cohen | 5/19/07
Joe Dumars |
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Joe Dumars! Given to comfort me during a bout of mono and he_s been my faithful pal 18 years since. A quiet, dependable guy like his Detroit Pistons namesake. I don_t know his life before we met, but he tells Vietnam stories over drinks at the VFW. He sadly lost his left flipper to a Great Pyrenees in 1998. Joe comforts me still, especially during Husband's Navy deployments and I love him more than sunshine.
Submitted by Wendy H. | 5/18/07
Fuzzy |
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When I was four, I received Fuzzy as a Christmas gift. He became my constant companion. He had many surgeries, some unsuccessful. His nose fell off and was glued back, many times, until it was lost for good. His mouth wore down to just a tiny bit of tongue. His beans would leak out everywhere, and mom would sew him. But, eventually, there weren't enough beans left, so she stuffed him with old panty hose.
Submitted by Thomas Capobianco | 5/18/07
Baby |
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Here is "Baby". I got her on my 1st birthday, and that makes her, umm... 39 in July. She originally had musical qualities, but underwent surgery so that I wouldn't get poked. She used to wear a cute green/white striped party dress belonging to one of our dolls. The green bows on her ears & tail matched the dress nicely. I also embroidered her pink nose myself!
Submitted by Andrea Fyhrlund | 5/18/07
Cat |
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This is Cat. He was made for me by a lady that babysat me when I was a baby-baby, in '78. My gramma made his little overalls and he had a summer romper, too. He went everywhere with me and submitted to being thrown in puddles and left in airports without complaint or residual bitterness. I even had a teeshirt that said, "Yes, I AM the Cat's Mother" because I would play at breastfeeding Cat, while "smoking" a plastic barette. He is my only stuffie that is not in storage, but displayed with pride on the shelf above my bed.
Submitted by Vanessa Radunz | 5/18/07
Sherman |
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Here is "Sherman" ... He was a Christmas present 22 years ago, when I was 18. I hadn't really had a stuffed animal since I had been a very young child, but that first year of college was distressing and difficult for me, and I became attached to Sherman. I still sleep with him, even though I've been married for sixteen years and am the mom of three children. I confess that it embarrasses me a little bit to do this, so I usually keep him hidden during the day. When I was in college, I used to douse him with the cologne of the boyfriend du jour so that I could inhale the aroma while I slept.
Submitted by Kris Wood | 5/18/07
Ted |
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He was playing "hide and seek" with Claire, his bear friend. Ted came to live with my boyfriend when he was born in 1977. He is of the Animal Fair clan from the mid 1970's. Since he met me, his wardrobe grew and he met Claire when on holiday in Vermont. He doesn't say much, but that is because he's enlightened. Some call him the "Teddy Lama." He has been through a few neck surgeries due to his large noggin, but maintains an active lifestyle by jumping on the bed when no one's looking.
Submitted by Megan R. Pritchard | 5/18/07
Bear |
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He's 24 years old :)
Submitted by Kristine Billion | 5/18/07
Socko |
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This is Socko, who doesn't sit upright very well any more. My grandmother made him 57 years ago from a sock. He was supposed to be a sock monkey, but she had no pattern. I forgave him his lack of a tail
and treasured him. Years later, the same grandma made my son a sock
monkey, long tail and all, from a kit. It was cute, and my son loved him, but Socko has more personality!
Submitted by Marjorie Wilser | 5/18/07
Powder |
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This is Powder. He's 21. He is a Swiftheart Rabbit Care Bear Cousin. (The real Swiftheart is a girl, but Powder is a boy.) His eyes were worn off, but my college roommate drew them back on for him. When I was five his tag fell off. I cried. My mom bought some silky blue fabric to replace it. Whenever I see signs for E-ZPass on the highway ("Tagholder keep left") I crave Powder's company.
Submitted by Emily Salisbury | 5/18/07
Puff |
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Puff is one of the original kitten Puff-a-lumps made in 1986 and she was given to me when I was nine months old. She has pulled through numerous surgeries performed expertly by Mom, has many scars, and has lost most of her stuffing. No matter how many times she gets washed there is some permanent filth that clings to her and is especially visible on her white paws. She can no longer support the weight of her own head because years of carrying her by the neck has forced the stuffing down into her belly. Puff's dress isn't supposed to look like a hula skirt; it used to be in one piece. Puff has always been with me and I'll never let her go; I wouldn't give her up for all the money in the world.
Submitted by Samantha Lumbert | 5/18/07
Jock |
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Here's Jock with a photo from the day I got him in 1970. Mom re-embroidered his face to be more appealing not long after arrival. By the late 70's his body had become so mutilated that a new one was slip-covered over his old torso (preserving his original "heart"). Jock can never be washed again or his entire head would probably dissolve. If my house were on fire, I would save my husband, my dog, and my monkey.
Submitted by Liz Martin | 5/18/07
Care Bear |
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Care Bear was a fifth birthday gift from Ohio. I lived in the Netherlands. When we moved to Oman, Care Bear sat in the top half of my backpack. I snuggled with Care Bear on airplanes - there were lots - and felt at home. When we moved to the US, Care Bear was there. Care Bear moved to college, to my first job, and now sits in my bedroom while I work on my PhD and watch TV with my husband.
Submitted by Juli Simon Thomas | 5/18/07
Black Dog |
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Black Dog is 52 years old, and he came from S & H Greenstamps. When my mom was a kid, people received stamps with purchases at the grocery store, and my mamaw (her mom) turned in stamps for Black Dog. As you can see, he was well loved.
Submitted by Brenda K. Bassett | 5/18/07
Bruno T. Bear |
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Meet Bruno T. Bear -- “T” stands for "the" -- as he was when given to me by my father for Christmas, and 20 years later. He is nearly flat, missing an eye, his ears have disappeared, his fur is completely matted, and there are bald patches where he's just been loved right through. I wouldn't trade him for the world, and he has travelled it with me (as carry-on -- no suitcases for this wow wow).
Submitted by Shoshana Scilacci | 5/18/07
T-Bear |
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This is "T-Bear." He is 48 years old and, aside from the stitches under his chin, he's in remarkably good shape considered how much loving, cuddling, kissing, and squeezing he's received. Other childhood stuffed friends have been passed down to younger generations, but T-Bear is staying with me.
Submitted by Betsey King | 5/18/07
Charly |
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This is Charly. I'm not sure how I came up with the name, but you can see that he is a survivor. He's still looking good even after having one eye replaced by a button, having lost his nose, and -- though it may not be apparent from the photo, his entire right leg needed to be replaced due to a combination of dog attacks and a serious singe from spending too much time sitting on a lightbulb.
Submitted by Jack Metzler | 5/18/07
Piggeth |
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Behold, piggeth. So named because my brother and I were strange little
kids. (My mother read us Carmen Possum. Though "misplaced" on and
off over the years, piggeth provided hours of entertainment and was
always willing to imitate the family cats by pinning his ears back and
exclaming "Meow!" He’s been thrown over balconies and squished in a
cedar chest, but always retains his piggeth-ness. I know of no-one else
with a green pig.
Submitted by Lara Skinner | 5/18/07
Filthy |
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My parents were antique dealers and when I was around 4 or 5 I went with
them on a house call. They were going through the basement for the
homeowners and I still remember finding the little bear. He was all the way on the other side of the basement in a box in the dark. I pulled him out and brought him over to my dad and the homeowner. They asked me what I had and I said "he's filthy" and thats been his name ever since, 33 years ago.
Submitted by Regina Franchi | 5/18/07
Bear |
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The teddy bear I’ve had all 33 years of my life. He still has the original polka-dot ribbon around his neck. He has a wind-up music box inside that still plays the chorus to “Teddy Bear Picnic.” His head is a little squished on one side from many a night trapped between the wall and my bed.
Submitted by Mat Martin | 5/18/07
Coco |
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Coco is over 50 years old and was handed down to me from my older brother. He got his name from an unfortunate chocolate incident. Coco's trunk is pressed flat because I could only go to sleep if I was laying on top of him. One of his paws is rock hard because I secretly sucked on it when my parents made me stop sucking my thumb. Obviously, Coco is a giver.
Submitted by Wendy Marcotte | 5/17/07
Beans |
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meet baby beans and bebe. baby beans was given to me by my father when i was born almost 36 years ago. since i was the only girl out of three brothers, i needed my first baby doll. now there is bebe. he is my son's bear. my son is 11 now. bebe has been a part of tyler's life since he has been 6 months of age. this bear has had the love, the hate, the ups and downs. he has been thrown on the carsons floor and has his eyes and nose glued back on. with "cataracts" and "psoriasis", new pads on his feet and "sugery" performed to close up holes, this bear has been thru alot in 11 years.
Submitted by Leslie and son, Tyler Vore| 5/17/07
Bugs |
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I used to have 'night terrors' when I was a kid... after many attempts to
calm me down, my parents told me that Bugs was going to watch over me and chase away the bad dreams. This calmed me and I was finally able to sleep. Bugs has seen better days... his eyes are getting scratched, and he has a hole in his head that's been patched many times. His snow-white fur is turning grey.
Submitted by Lauren Wilson | 5/17/07
Brown Bear |
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My 5 year old brother brought “brown bear” to the hospital the day I was born (making him 29 years old). He only has patches of hair left because I “loved” the hair off him. His eyes are melted from when my mom put him in the dyer and he lost his mouth so my mom used pink thread and made him a new one, regardless, even today he still is my most prized possession.
Submitted by Susan Garson | 5/17/07
Tigerfluff |
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this is tigerfluff. she's about 35 years old. when i got her, i couldn't decide whether to name her 'tiger' or 'fluff', so i combined the two into 'tigerfluff'. years of sleeping tucked into the crook of my armpit eventually wore out the bunny-soft fur around her body, so i used my mom's sewing machine, and a scrap of fabric leftover from some pants mom had made me, to make a simple dress to cover up tigerfluff's exposed guts.
Submitted by Lisa Dobrott | 5/17/07
Fluffy |
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Fluffy was once---fluffy-- when received as a baptism gift but was loved so hard that my grandma recovered her many times, using terry washcloths for each new "coat". Somewhere under all that fabric Fluffy lost a leg, but Grandma always embroidered a "T" in back for "tiny hiny". Fluffy spent weeks absolutely sodden in the clammy oxygen tent with me when I was hospitalized with childhood asthma, and I would feel sick at heart to hear her thudding in the dryer when we got home. She's traveled with me, went on my honeymoon, and is still the first thing I reach for to go back to sleep after a bad dream or when I don't feel well.
Submitted by Elyse Ashton | 5/17/07
Caramel |
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I got Caramel at the embarrassingly old age of 10 as a present from my best friend. This little Japanese dog (I lived in Japan when I got him) was named for his pretty brown color. Caramel has lots of animal friends but is the most well-traveled because he is so small. He has lots of bald patches which are mostly covered by a yellow sweater knitted especially for him by my Gran. He still has one spot on his belly that is as silky as it was the day I got him. He would love to go back to visit Japan someday but is happy to keep me company wherever I am. He is a good friend and is now almost 13 years old.
Submitted by Keeley | 5/17/07
Snoozy |
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Here is an image of my childhood blanket, Snoozy. He was made of the softest white cotton and was printed with blue flowers. Now he is completely grey, torn up, thread-bare and the flowers are gone. Despite his injuries, Snoozy is a reminder of the secure and happy childhood I had and his wounds tell the stories of his "life". He was a jet-setting blanket, accompagning me from London to Paris to New York to Florida. I slept with him tucked under my cheek every night.
Submitted by Larissa Zajac | 5/17/07
Piggy |
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This is Piggy or Pig for short. He is 21 years old and the most well-loved thing in my life. He has had more surgeries than I can count on one hand, has been on fire twice, and lost once in Disney World. Most of his stuffing is gone. He has become flat. He is proudly displayed on a shelf in my living room.
Submitted by Laura Merkel | 5/17/07
Slush |
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This is Slush the Bear. His name was Teddy but he switched to Slush in high school. Slush = dirty snow = dirty old polar bear. He's 21 years old. His favorites are snacking/cupcakes (hence the bib), snuggling and sleeping. He went to college with me, where he majored in Chillin'. He wears that blue shirt everyday, mostly to cover his multiple surgeries from his childhood adventures. His nose is crooked because my cousin yanked once when she was mad. The fur grafts are from the time I had to re-stuff his neck area, matted down from over-hugging. The shirt could be a good cover-up, except it rolls up over his pudgy belly-butt every five minutes, which is ok, because he likes to do the bear-butt dance and he poot-farts all the time.
Submitted by Monica Sotto | 5/17/07
Frosty |
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This is Frosty. He is 57 years old. He was my husband’s little childhood buddy. He comes complete with a Red Cross Beginner Swimmer button and a 1st Place ribbon from Play Day at his elementary school.
Submitted by Jane E. Michael | 5/17/07
Chickie |
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I stood in front of my pre-kinder class to receive my birthday gifts so everyone could watch. Nothing even caught my eye after getting Chickie. She did have a beak, blue eyes, and a glued-on tuft of hair (feathers?) atop her baby head. My sister has always loved throwing Chickie into the ceiling to challenge my love for the toy. 29 years into the relationship, I love Chickie more than ever.
Submitted by Cheryl Green | 5/17/07
Winnie the Pooh |
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This is Winnie the Pooh bear made by my mother and given to me when I was 2. Winnie endured many of my childhood trials such as learning about fire (the red patch on his right foot) and anxiety (I chewed his eyes off and mom kindly repaired him). He?s now 33 years old. He still wears a sweater of mine from when I was about 4 because I decided he was cold.
Submitted by soon_knee | 5/17/07
Petey |
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This here's my leopard pal Petey. I've had Petey since I was a baby (I'm 34 now), and look how well he's held up! What a cute fella. He's had several pairs of button eyes over the years, but facial features don't seem to stick, so he goes without these days. Petey lived in a clear mayonnaise jar for years, but now he sits in a cradle full of stuffed toys next to my bed.
Submitted by Andy | 5/17/07
Blueberry |
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I got him for my first birthday, I used to take him to school with me every day. I would sew his arms with floss , and he’s missing the stuffing in his neck so his head flops back and forth. He has had many surgeries, his eye is held on with krazy glue, and I used to chew on his nose because I thought it was a chocolate chip.
Submitted by Kyle | 5/17/07
Mr. Bear |
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My friend received Mr. Bear as a child in Germany 30+ years ago, then a dozen years ago the friend moved away and left Herr Bear in my care. As you can see, Bear is missing an eye and is oddly squooshed to one side (from me sleeping on him for years, I admit). He's spoiled, though -- he has his own wardrobe and even his own little necklace.
Submitted by Denise Moore | 5/17/07
Robin |
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Robin was my bedtime pal throughout my childhood. He was a gift from my aunt when I was two years old, a pretty and wonderfully soft Siamese stuffed kitty lure dangled at toddler eye level. He accompanied me from then on, his whiskers a chewy treat, his fur a kissable surface for toothpaste-smeared lips, and his entire body destined to swim laps in the toilet. He also enjoyed spin cycle!
Submitted by Julie | 5/16/07
Carmichael |
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This is Carmichael - he was an Avon kitty that was a gift to me in 1984 when I was 2 years old...I don't think he ever had a nickname, just Carmichael :) I remember hugging him really tight whenever I was sad, and looking at him now makes me smile. He'll be with me forever.
Submitted by Candace Hall | 5/16/07
Feely |
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This is Feely, so named for the silk ribbon that used to be sewn around the edges of this once thick, majestic blankie. Feely has been loved to pieces, literally, and still enjoys a place of honor (torture?) next to me in bed when I'm feeling blue.
Submitted by jwbroadwe | 5/16/07
Nick |
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Attached is a picture of my two snugglepuppies Nick and Yeller Dog. Yeller(the yellow one) has been with me as long as I can remember,and I got Nick when I was 4. I carried Nick with me everywhere for years, even
to school until they told me I had to stop. They now share my bed with me and a few other plushies, and are following me to college in the fall.
Submitted by werebass | 5/16/07
Michael Bear |
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Michael Bear was the premium gift at the local bank when my parents opened a checking account in 1976. I got him by default because I was the youngest of 5 kids. Sometimes the pecking order works in reverse! I loved Michael Bear to pieces, literally.
Submitted by Patty Metzger | 5/16/07
Bunny |
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Bunny is exactly as old as my younger sister, 30 years old. Bunny was the token gift for me (the big sister) when everyone else's attention was focused on my new baby sister being born. Her ear is held on by a rusty safety pin, and her bobtail hangs on by a few yellowy threads. But the music box in her tummy still plays Frere Jacques, which I used to fall asleep to on nights when I was lonely or restless, even when me, Bunny and my little sister weren't so little anymore.
Submitted by Claire Koczak | 5/16/07
Silly Brother |
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My sister and I each had one of these guys who we named the Silly Brothers. We were just two sisters, each with the "No Boys Allowed" signs on our bedroom doors. In our definitive judgement, brothers were pretty unnecessary and silly. We'd make them squeal in a goofy stupid boy way and then fling their floppy bodies across the room.
Submitted by Claire Koczak | 5/16/07
Snoopy |
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This is Snoopy aka Doggie. I got him when I was 9 and have had him for
over 30 years. He's been delicately handwashed only a few times. He
used to be white but has remained a steady gray for years. If my house
were on fire, he is one of the things I would grab on my way out.
Submitted by Stacy | 5/16/07
Lindy |
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Lindy (named after my mom Cindy) joined our family 25 years ago, along with her brother Kevin (my sister’s bear). Lin has been puppy-chewed (she still bears the scar), puked-on, and dropped in the toilet. Most of the stuffing is missing from her right arm due to overloving. We found others on eBay so we were able to see how Lin looked when she was brand-new. I prefer her fully-loved.
Submitted by Regina Wan | 5/16/07
Snuggles |
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Snuggles the Seal was made by Mattell in 1984 in Korea. My mom bought him in 1985 and he was my absolute favorite animal. He was special for being so cute, but even more special for the story he told. He has a tear-drop in his left eye. A card attached to his hand from an animal rights organization told of how he was crying because his brothers & sisters were killed for their fur. Around 6 years later, at the tender age of 11, I became a vegetarian & credit Snuggles the Seal for my love of animals. His t-shirt used to say 'Snuggles', but little remains. Glitter & pink paint from having lived with a girl remain on him. Even with his dirty coat & his frayed whiskers, he's still the cutest seal I've ever had.
Submitted by Sam | 5/16/07
Mr. Teddy |
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Submitted by Sam | 5/16/07
Woo-Woo |
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This is my Woo-Woo who was given to me by my grandmother the day I was born. He's been thouroughly loved for 26 years, has had countless surgeries, days spent hanging by his ears on a clothesline to dry after washing, stuffed with panyhose, and I used to tell people the scratches on his eyes were his "cataracts".The day my Grandmother brought him to the hospital, a nurse stopped her and said "Lady, you can't have your dog in here". Woo-woo's come a long way since then.
Submitted by Sky Smith | 5/16/07
Blue |
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When I was in 8th grade I had surgery. My mom bought this lion in the hospital gift shop, and one of my younger twin sisters drew a picture of him and named him Blue. I refused to go to school until the eye patch came off. I spent the next few days lying on the couch with Blue tucked under my arm. I slept by my side until I got married. When I’m feeling blue, tucking Blue under my arm always provides some comfort.
Submitted by Wendy | 5/16/07
Kielbasa |
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This is Kielbasa the duck. I named him after what we had for dinner the night my mom brought him home (kielbasa sausage). A couple years later our dog chewed off his beak and wings. My mom reattached the wings, but the beak could not be saved, so she created a transplant out of orange felt. The new beak was later chewed off as well.
Submitted by Melissa | 5/16/07
Amy |
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Amy, the poodle, is more than 27 years old and everyone who meets her can tell she was loved very much. She has been a trooper through all of her many surgeries. Her ears have wire in them but are not poseable anymore. Amy was passed on to me by my sister and yet, I named her after my babysitter! Amy almost lost her nose in a tragic biting incident (it was so chewable when I was a toddler!) but my mom always managed to patch her right up.
Submitted by Ellie Bradish | 5/16/07
Ducky |
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Ducky is at least 27 years old but she still looks like she just hatched! Her velvety feet and wings are yellow on one side and orange on the other
Submitted by Ellie Bradish | 5/16/07
Wonka |
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I got Wonka for my baby shower 27 years ago. When I was 13 ("too old" for toys!) we moved. The house sat empty for years waiting to be torn down. 5 years later I still had the key, so I went back inside. I found
Wonka in the basement in a puddle. He was a wreck and I cried. He had water damage and his ears and nose had been chewed by mice. I took him home and washed and restuffed him, happy to be reunited. He hasn't left my sight since!
Submitted by Ashleigh Mills | 5/16/07
Zappy |
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This is Zappy and Yelly. They've slept with me every night since I was five, 21 years ago. They've been dug out of a Kmart trash can, left in a museum mexican doll exibit, and once my parents had to drive two hours away to retrieve them from an R.V. that they had just sold. I'm pretty sure that if my house ever caught on fire that I would not leave until I new that they were safe.
Submitted by Jillian | 5/16/07
Baby Bubba |
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This is my Dirty Wow Wow! His name is Baby Bubba, or Bubba Jr. because I used to have a very large teddy bear, he was about 4 feet tall, and when I was around 5 years old I called him my Husband, and his name was Bubba. I pretended Baby Bubba was our kid! I've had him for 10 years now, give or take, and still sleep with him every night!
Submitted by Regina | 5/16/07
Suzie |
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This is Suzie. She is supposed to be a puppy dog. I have had her since I was a year old and I am now 29. I could never bear to part with her.
Submitted by LeAnna Wills | 5/16/07
Smiles |
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Submitted by Nora Hickey | 5/16/07
Browny |
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Browny hopped into my arms when I was about 4 years old when my parents had to leave me with a babysitter for the first time one night. He has since given me many hugs and comfort through the past 32 years. Momma put Browny through the washing machine once which injured him a little bit, but Grandma helped patch the old guy up for me with some stockings and some tender care.
Submitted by Raphael Lowe | 5/16/07
Snugs |
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I received my first Snugs when I wasn't even a year old from my Great Uncle Fred. I took him everywhere. After I almost lost him off a bridge, my cousin decided I could have his as a back up. The years following I left them at Menards, church, and at a hotel! I'm 22 now, and they still snuggle up with me every night. We have traveled the world together and through it all, they are my best friends.
Submitted by Amanda | 5/16/07
Chi Chi |
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This is Chi Chi. He's in his late-20's and has had many adventures in his long life. He's lived all over the world and been played with by more kids than he can count. Now he mostly rests in bed, but once in awhile he still likes to suck on his toe!
Submitted by Kati | 5/16/07
Armi |
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Armi is a VERY special member of our family. We had him made for my husband before he left for his first deployment to Iraq. There he kept hubby company and served as a comfy pillow as well. After his return, Armi found a new home in my son's bed, where he will help keep him close to Daddy while he's gone for his second deployment.
Submitted by Kati | 5/16/07
Tigey |
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This is my son's friend, Tigey. Tigey's become a bit worn out from lots of loving. He can't smell (and can barely see) anymore due to an unfortunate canine encounter, but he's still just as soft as ever and he is VERY loved! In fact, I had to sneak him from his bed when my son wasn't looking.
Submitted by Kati | 5/16/07
Kitty |
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Kitty was given to me by my fiancé about a year after we started dating to keep me company while I was away in Japan. He loved plush cats when he was younger, and this was his favorite. She has been through two noses, and currently has none. Her real name is Amanda, but I’ve had her for four years and now my fiancé calls her Kitty, too.
Submitted by Debby | 5/16/07