Operation: Rescue Kipper

[longers]

My niece's dad takes her for long walks in the backpack at the weekend, and after meeting a friend of his looking for his daughters favourite toy that she'd dropped while on the crag has decided that it's best if Ducky waits at home.

My mum made me a rag doll when I was very small and it got called the first thing I said when she woke me up with it the morning after she'd finished it.
It was forever known as "Cup of tea".

 

[HelenD123]

My sister was incredibly attached to an orange, flat teddy bear. He needed washing for some reason and my mum put him in a bowl of water and only realised half way through that she was keeping his head out of the water. We couldn't have teddy drowning could we.

 

[Speicher]

I am known in one of the Charity Shops near here as the "Teddy Bear Lady". They are often given bears, who might sit in the window looking forlorn for a few days or perhaps longer, weeks and weeks. The when they change the window* display, they have been known to say when I next go in, that they have a bear for re-homing!

I hasten to add that they also have a "Thimble" lady and a "Hat" lady. You do not have to be potty to live here, but it helps.

* I think they put the bears in the window, so that they can see the outside world when the shop is closed.

 

[Wigsie]

Nice one CP, I would bet my worth if she is like my kids, she would not appear bothered this morning, but come bedtime when she realised he was gone the chances of a tearfree bedtime would be all over!

Junior Wigs number 2 (3yrs old) has a rabbit, rather racialistically call Spikky (or Spik for short). Needless to say our spanish holidays are frought with fear of being accused of being racist!

 

[Crackle]

Lovely story CP. It's the kind of stuff which should make the 9 O clock news, rather than all the political/economic stuff or stories about celebrities and it's far more relevant too.

 

[Gerry Attrick]

Odd coincidence. We used to have a black labrador called "Skipper" because he was always the boss dog in our pack. My son however at such a tender age could not pronounce "s" so our lab became known for all time as "Kipper".

 

[Arch]

My sister was incredibly attached to an orange, flat teddy bear. He needed washing for some reason and my mum put him in a bowl of water and only realised half way through that she was keeping his head out of the water. We couldn't have teddy drowning could we.

I had, or rather have, he's at home somewhere, a teddy, called, unimaginatively, Teddy. He was pink, with a white tummy. When he got washed, his tummy went see through, and you could see that he'd been stuffed with chopped up multicoloured upolstery foam.

I packed Teddy, with my pyjamas, the day I left home, disgruntled at the lack of attention I was geting due to the arrival of baby sister. I got as far as the gate before Mum, who'd followed at a distance, persuaded me back in with the promise of making rice krispie cakes.

Best friend though, was Lucy Rabbit, a careworn sympathetic looking bunny headed doll dressed in a frock and frilly petticoat and long bloomers, which Mum made for my 1st birthday. She was with me through every childhood illness, and eventually the only fur left on her head was the bit between her ears - the only bit that couldn't be easily stroked or cuddled.