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‘Hi, my name is Cooper and I am addicted to stuffed animals.’
Let me tell you a little story…
Two weeks ago we watched our neighbor’s dog, Pumpkin. Pumpkin is a great dog, don’t get me wrong, but she has a ‘problem’. This is something she has probably been fighting for years but she is powerless to overcome. While she was staying with us she would sneak away to get a hit of her objects of desire. We tried to hold an intervention. We explained why she should get some help but Pumpkin just wouldn’t listen. Not only that, she introduced Cooper to this evil habit and soon he was addicted as well. Now whenever we catch Cooper stealing off to look for his next fix we sit him down and have a talk with him. All to no avail.
Last Thursday Cooper somehow managed to steal five different stuffed animals (mostly from Ellie but one from Jill too) and spirit them outside to his hideout. We didn’t notice, until Saturday morning when Ellie and Kate and I were doing a bit of planting on the deck. They were all a mess and had to be trashed. Many tears were shed so I had to buck up and take the kids for an impromptu trip to Target for some replacements. (Like we need MORE stuffed animals. Why did he have to steal the ones they sleep with? We have 1001 in the playroom that we can’t even give away to charity!)
This is Cooper’s sorry look, but we all know you can’t trust an addict so he will be on house arrest (dog house arrest) until he can prove that he has truly kicked his habit. Believe me, Mister. This will hurt me a lot more than it will hurt you!