This morning, I drove home from the periodontist where I had the stitches removed from my gums. (By the way, I do want to thank everyone for their get-well wishes and too-generous gifts.)
Anyhow, on a busy street, lying on the side of the road, waiting for the garbage man to come and stuff it into his truck, was…..this huge stuffed Boston terrier. 
As I drove by, I thought “Somebody definitely needs to wake up on Christmas morning with this dog on their front lawn.” So, I turned around (even though my gums were still sore and I had to pee) and rescued the stuffed beast from the trash. He barely fit in my trunk.
A note to whomever tossed this slightly stained, enormous toy which is now spewing little foam pellets all over my living room like a tiny plastic blizzard. I understand why you put him in the trash. As I drove along at 45 mph, he looked appealing sitting on the curb. In my living room – not so much. I notice that he has a suspicious brown smear on his nose and a hole on his butt from which he emits the aforementioned pellets. But he is large.
It will be hard to hide him from my neighbors – the potential recipients of my holiday generosity-until Christmas Eve.
2 Comments
September 17, 2009 at 9:08 pm
I am wondering if you still have the Boston Terrier…are you willing to sell it?I am Seriously interested! Even if he is empty!
September 18, 2009 at 7:20 am
Sorry, I gave the terrier to my neighbor. I’ll let you know if he ends up in her trash.