My favorite toy was a pillow,
I found lying on the ground.
One small tear, though very clean,
in the shape of a basset hound.
I fell in love immediately,
with it's big eyes and sad silly face.
In a corner of my bed,
was "Dog Dog's" special place.
He helped me through the bad dreams,
when night began to fall.
With Dog Dog lying next to me,
I had no fear at all.
My mom would wash him in the sink,
and hang him to drip dry.
A clothespin held him out of reach,
She hung him far too high.
Sometimes I wondered, being eight,
if I was a bit too old,
to be carrying around that pillow.
If I was nobody told.
I had board games, a barbie doll
and hot wheel cars to race.
But nothing made me as happy,
as putting my head on Dog Dog's face!
I kept him with me through the years,
then he started to fall apart.
No matter how torn up he was,
he always had my heart.
One day I put my toys away,
when a woman I became.
I didn't miss the hot wheels,
the barbie or the games.
But Dog Dog with his stuffing gone,
was all but lost to me.
I put him in a plastic bag,
I couldn't stand to see.
My favorite toy and companion,
was now beyond repair.
I have him still in plastic,
boxed up in a closet somewhere.
It's such a silly story,
but I'll bet you have one too.
About a special toy you had,
that meant the world to you.
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