Wolfie is a dear friend to Kyrie, and protector against all things bad in the night. When I suggested to her that it might be the best for Wolfie to stay here when we move to Seattle, Kyrie burst into tears. So I decided that Wolfie needed some reconstructive surgery so that I could justify packing her up.
Don't look too close, or you might be able to see the weird stitching job I did. Future plastic surgeon, I am not.
Happy to be reunited with her friend!
4 comments:
Oh, I had a bear like that growing up. When I came home from college once I caught my mom trying to dispose of it. I threatened her within an inch of her life. I wish she'd just do reconstructive surgery and give it to me. She probably threw it out by now. I'll have to hurt her.
Awww!!! Good job, mom!
I'm glad you got her all put back together. I've had to perform stuffed animal surgery too.
Don't be surprised if she keeps Wolfie forever. I still have 'Lambie' in a box in the basement. I won't even let my kids touch him!
So sweet!
We have several protectors in our house. Each has had plastic surgery. the price for so much love and cuddles.
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