We had a stuffie emergency at our place.
As many of your know - from the post about my vast stuffie collection - I am a gentle stuffie lover....with one exception.
When Mom deserted me over the holidays I reacted by ripping apart a couple of stuffies.
First to be sacrificed was the beloved Frog. (Big men were delivery Mom's Christmas present from Craig S. List...it was beautiful - but Mom was on her way to Utah, Due was supervising the BIG BURLY STRANGERS IN MY APARTMENT, and I was freaking out - quietly - by tearing the life out of Mr. Frog).
Next up - Hawk. Mom left behind the new red-tail hawk as my Christmas present. Nice try lady - you really think you can buy my love when I knew you were shacking up with that OTHER DOG - what's a girl to do?
So to redeem herself - Mom came to the rescue....
First - she got out her Medic Emergency Care Kit. Looked like her sewing box to me.
Then she gently stitched up Hawk's head.....
Next she mended Froggie's backside (that must have hurt).
And we're are good to go....
Thanks Mom. You're forgiven (once more).
I think we can all walk away from this with a valuable lesson. Leave me again - and I'm not responsible for the welfare of the domestic stuffie population.