Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Meet my oldest friend. It was bought at the hospital gift shop on the day I was born by my dad. I always called him the "orange dog" and never did get around to naming him... I guess "orange dog" just became its name. He used to have eyebrows too, but those have long since disappeared, hence the constant look of surprise. I have a feeling I was responsible for his eyebrow removal at some point... can't quite remember. I will have to give him a good wash and re-patch his nose (it is slightly askew and in danger of falling off) before he can meet little Bun in the coming months. But can't wait unitil they both become friends as well.