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The wonderful story here about Peter Rabbit reminded me of my beloved 'Donkey' that I had as a child.
My Mum knitted him when I was about five and I was devoted to him. He was stuffed with old tights and had a red blanket/saddle and a red scarf. He was only ever called 'Donkey' although Mum tried to make me call him Dobbin??? :blink:
He went everywhere with me and slept with me too. He had a little yellow harness and a lead at one point and I used to tell everyone he was a dog (I wasn't allowed to have a dog). I'm sure he was dragged around by his lead too :teehee: He had his own bowls with some biscuits in them and I took him for walks. I remember him being repaired several times; lying across Mum's knee while he had a leg sewn back on once
:clown: :lol:
Once or twice he was lost and I remember losing him once for several days and screaming the house down. I was sick with loss for days. One evening Mum and Dad took me to the library and there he was sitting behind the counter in among all the tickets. Apparently I was unable to speak with excitement and could only point at him and jump up and down. The library staff had to ask my parents what was wrong with me but luckily my Dad spotted him and he was given back to me - what an incredible feeling! I even sneaked him into school occasionally and he lived in my desk without the teacher finding out (w00t)
I still have him. His threads are very thin and his shaggy mane is gone. But he still has his red blanket. He now lives under the bed in a box and I'll never part with him.
So, anybody else have a story?.............
My Mum knitted him when I was about five and I was devoted to him. He was stuffed with old tights and had a red blanket/saddle and a red scarf. He was only ever called 'Donkey' although Mum tried to make me call him Dobbin??? :blink:
He went everywhere with me and slept with me too. He had a little yellow harness and a lead at one point and I used to tell everyone he was a dog (I wasn't allowed to have a dog). I'm sure he was dragged around by his lead too :teehee: He had his own bowls with some biscuits in them and I took him for walks. I remember him being repaired several times; lying across Mum's knee while he had a leg sewn back on once
Once or twice he was lost and I remember losing him once for several days and screaming the house down. I was sick with loss for days. One evening Mum and Dad took me to the library and there he was sitting behind the counter in among all the tickets. Apparently I was unable to speak with excitement and could only point at him and jump up and down. The library staff had to ask my parents what was wrong with me but luckily my Dad spotted him and he was given back to me - what an incredible feeling! I even sneaked him into school occasionally and he lived in my desk without the teacher finding out (w00t)
I still have him. His threads are very thin and his shaggy mane is gone. But he still has his red blanket. He now lives under the bed in a box and I'll never part with him.
So, anybody else have a story?.............