lI have two toys from my childhood. One is a puppy that is about to self-destruct and the other is one my Grandma Thompson made for me when I was about 6 or so. The puppy is the one I remember the most. I remember his from when we moved to GA when I was five years old. One of the first channels we got on PBS was one where a woman told stories of a dog and drew pictures as she told the stories. I remember being mesmerized during every show watching the artist draw pictures while telling the story and at then end taking her stuffed dogs ears and covering up his eyes. I used to do the same thing. It’s pretty cool to see your daughter playing with a toy dog that meant so much to you as a child. I only let her play for so long because the poor dog is just disintegrating every day. But it really is so cool!