Meet Puppy Dog:
He’s been part of our family since 2005, when Connor was a baby. He spent most of his time on the shelf, because Connor had no interest in stuffed animals, other than to pile them on the floor and stand on them to reach the light switch, for those middle-of-the-night rave parties he was throwing in his room.
He still took things to bed. He had a “nest” of items. Some of his favorite things to keep in bed were:
*my hair clips
Absolutely zero interest in blankies or stuffed animals. Nada.
Last year I started using his stuffed animals during nightly story time. I would make them talk or bark, or listen intently to the story. I would make them kiss the boy or jump on his head. They were my accoutrements to enhancing his pretend play.
And now, he loves Puppy Dog.
See, everything he took to bed before had a personal connection. I know, how could a whisk have a personal connection, right?
I use the whisk to make blueberry muffins, his favorite.
And the hair clips, well I wear one almost every day.
The swim goggles reminded him of summer camp.
Now, we’ve created connections with the animals. Puppy Dog is his good friend now.
But someone else loves Puppy Dog too.
So at 3am, when the boy wanders into our room, to crash in his homeless camp, he must keep Puppy Dog safe.
When I wake up and start my day, and go into the bathroom to look for a new roll of toilet paper, I’m greeted by this:
Each morning I retrieve Puppy Dog from his POW camp, and return him to his rightful place on Connor’s bed.
So that each night can begin like this:
And now I have my whisk back.