The Life and Times of Poopsie

That picture is of me and Poopsie the dog in December 1964. That would make me 14 months old. He was my Christmas present. I played with that dog until I graduated to guns and army men. Then poor Poopsie was stuffed into the bottom of the toy box a forgotten dog. Until one day we had a need for a door stop. Poopsie became the guardian of my bedroom dutifully holding the door in place. As I became a teenager my friends used to come over and pull his head off just because they knew it pushed my buttons. I would grab him and reattach his head. Well Poopsie then became my partner in crime. He became my weed stash. I would take his head off and insert the bag and reattach his head. All the time he was guarding the door and guarding my stash. Perfect hiding spot right?....WRONG!! My Mother religiously cooked breakfast for me and my sister before school wth plate settings and everything. One morning I walked into the kitchen expecting bacon and eggs. There on the table complete with knife and fork was my bag of weed on a plate. PANIC!! I looked at my Mom who was turned toward the stove cooking. What was I to do? Leave it sitting there or grab it and make a beeline for the door? Well I left it lay and skipped breakfast opting instead to go to school early. It was never mentioned again but my innocence was gone in my parents eyes. I Joined the Air Force and Poopsie was left behind stuck in a closet somewhere for years. After I had kids and got out of the Air Force my Mom told me to come to the house and go through some things to see if I wanted them or she was going to throw it all away. I went over there and lo and behold....POOPSIE!!! He now belonged to my kids. And wear him out they did!!! One of the things I took with me after my divorce was Poopsie. And I have him to this day. He was stained from years of abuse and one eye will not open all the way. His whistle is missing. I cleaned him up with some bleach and forgot about him again until my Mom gave me some old pics to scan. I had never seen that picture up top before today. I took Poopsie out of the closet and placed him in a position of honor in the living room. I just hope one day that he can bring joy and memories to my Grandkids like he has for me. Pic below is Poopsie today.