Guinness is snoozing next to First. Or she would be if my camera flash weren’t going off in her face.
The town where we lived when I graduated from high school was so tiny that it didn’t have any businesses other than gas stations, one mom-and-pop burger place, a barber shop, beauty shop, and a convenience store. There was–I’m serious–one red light. And a post office. Everything else was residential. But a couple of miles down the road was a little shopping center where there was a drugstore. That drugstore had a gift section, and that’s where the yellow dog, above, came from. I named him First because he was given to me by The Boyfriend on the anniversary of our first year of going steady.
When we went away to college, some of my stuffed animals went with me, including First. I made the overalls he’s wearing from a worn-out pair of The Boyfriend’s jeans. Here’s the belly side.
I used to cause myself to laugh hysterically by making First play air guitar to the Wings song Let Me Roll It. The Boyfriend tolerated this on our long drives between Tuscaloosa and home. I still love that song.
One of the friends I made on the hall in my dorm loved First so much that when Christmas came around, I picked up his brother for her from that same drugstore.
Kim loved him.
And slept with him.
And sometimes her animals and my animals had a little slumber party. That’s my teddy bear, Dr. Neil, behind her puppy. The pale yellow elephant is also mine. I think he was from The Boyfriend, too. I believe I had him up until a few years ago when the rats invaded the attic. They got into a bag of stuffed animals and used their innards for nesting materials. Since First and Dr. Neil always stay close to me wherever I am, they weren’t in the attic so were safe. But the elephant may have been a casualty.
Rat bastards.