The other day I was bored and angry about all the stuffing from dog toys that lay about my house. I really do not want to clean today but Winston, the dog, has made it impossible to ignore the mess. Then as I am contemplating the cleanup he jumps up on me in anticipation of his favorite past time, "You throw the tennis ball, I will bring it back to you so you can throw it again, and again, and again!" I am a diagnosed enabler and dogs are no different then needy people. However, this time, I had a brilliant idea. Why not remove that annoying stuffing from the dog toys and insert a tennis ball instead. Brilliant!
It was quite effective. Winston loved his new toy and the stuffed animal soared across the room with ease. He had a double treat. A flying tennis ball stuffed animal. So now my sixty year old brain is in overdrive. I love estate sales, have outgrown garage sales but for old stuffed animals? These would not be in estate sales, hmmm.
It is only March and the garage sale explosion is but a dream. But they had an estate sale in the paper today and I was just itching to get started. Gas is almost $4. a gallon now but I had to fill up to get to my destination. Of course, I got lost and never made it to the sale, wasting lots of gas. I was confident the directions were easy and did not bring my GPS. Silly me. I did find a quaint resale shop in my confusion and decided to stop in and take a look. There it was. A perfect stuffed animal for the insertion of a tennis ball. Only $2.00, great. I quickly snapped it up and proceed to the counter to pay for my prize. Oh, you got the Furby, the clerk gushed. Do you collect them? I have the talking one. Clueless, I replied, no I am making dog toys. Conversation ended I exited the store. What's sad is I am laughing at myself for feeling bad that I may have offended a collector.
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