Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Memory Lane can be a strange street

Someone please tell me why I kept my dead dog's teeth?



OK. They were her puppy teeth. But still.

That's certifiable.

I've been busy the past few days, cleaning our storage room, looking for treasures to donate to a fundraising garage sale for the New Nodaway Humane Society.

Among the gems found was the envelope with Chaser's baby teeth (?). But I also found a couple of items that immediately caused me to burst into tears....her puppy name tag (pictured above) and a stuffed toy she never had the chance to rip into.

After I stopped sobbing....I made Bear's day, passing along a treasured toy to the next generation.




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