Ok.....I am 52 & have the real live cuddly white american eskimo dogs that I snuggle with. Last year when I was in the hospital for 10 days with asthma.....I went down to the gift store & they had the cutest little white stuffed dog......I couldn't resist at all. I was so lonely for my own dogs that this one kept me company in the hospital where I couldn't have my real ones.

After the hospital, he had his place of honor with all my other stuffed toys (turtle, hypo, frog, & 100's of others) that line up along the side of my day bed. When I was in the hospital for 2 months at the beginning of this year, my little white stuffed dog went with me. 2 months without my real thing was torture. My husband brought my real ones to the hospital & I tried to sneek them in....no luck....but my little white stuffed dog continued to keep me company.

Today, my little white stuffed dog still has a place of honor in my bed & now my little 8 week old puppy (who I finally named Tiny Tim....Timmy) loves to curl up on top of him (the stuffed dog is bigger then my puppy).....I will put the photo of it in my gallery under eskielover. Timmy must think of this a little bit like mommy only he can't get any milk out of that one.

My real problem is that I would love to have my real horse in bed with me.....but she is as big as the bed so have to enjoy the stuffed one I have that looks like her.

I have to confess that I have so many stuffed animals that I had to move some of them off my bed because there wasn't any room for me to lay anymore. Is that being an obsessive collector & at the age of 52 to top it all.

I love to collect the unusual ones like the turtles, hipos, lobsters, I love moose, alligators, pigs, penguins, foxes, elephants.....I go for the exotic ones & the big ones that I can put my arms around & hug.

I will never be too old for my stuffed toys to snuggle with even when I have the real things the stuffed ones don't have to go out for their potty walks.

True confessions,
Debbie