Dolls and Barbies were not my kind of toy as a child. However hand me some stuffed animals and a doctor's kit, and I'd happily play veterinarian. I'd lose myself for hours, carefully wrapping paws and tails in toilet paper casts and bandages.
Knowing this, is it any wonder that suffering from a lack of actual flesh and blood furballs (due to our landlord's rule of no pets) I have 'adopted' several plushies? And me being me, I've anthromorphized them and they've become the pups and critters I can't have.
Pillow Pets in particular have a unique place in my household and serve several purposes. Acting as lap desks, they hold books, tablets, and bowls steady; as well as being clung to at night, keeping my arms from spasming closed. (Yeah, that's it.)
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My desperation for harmony, though, led to inspiration; and the solution has its base in previously mentioned childhood imagination. Its introduction into our routine has managed to bring joy and banish tears. This is how it works.
Pika Chu, representing a small dog, enthusiastically greets my husband when he awakens. Jumping and bouncing, he waves his antennae at the glimpse of Joe coming up the stairs. Quivering with excitement, the Pillow Pet waits for my spouse to safely reach the sitting room. At Joe's signal, Pika launches himself into my husband's open arms.
Joe, being horribly photophobic, shields his eyes by giving 'face hugs' to Pika, as he performs an awkward and quite comical version, of what he calls The Pika Dance. Finally, after this bit of silliness, Joe kisses me three times (always three for I love you), and after insisting I kiss Pika too (by jamming him into my face), he returns the Pillow Pet to my lap.
Anyone peeping into our living room would either be touched by the sweetness of the scene, or possibly come to the conclusion that we are
Knowing this, is it any wonder that suffering from a lack of actual flesh and blood furballs (due to our landlord's rule of no pets) I have 'adopted' several plushies? And me being me, I've anthromorphized them and they've become the pups and critters I can't have.
Pillow Pets in particular have a unique place in my household and serve several purposes. Acting as lap desks, they hold books, tablets, and bowls steady; as well as being clung to at night, keeping my arms from spasming closed. (Yeah, that's it.)
One Pillow Pet, …show more content…
My desperation for harmony, though, led to inspiration; and the solution has its base in previously mentioned childhood imagination. Its introduction into our routine has managed to bring joy and banish tears. This is how it works.
Pika Chu, representing a small dog, enthusiastically greets my husband when he awakens. Jumping and bouncing, he waves his antennae at the glimpse of Joe coming up the stairs. Quivering with excitement, the Pillow Pet waits for my spouse to safely reach the sitting room. At Joe's signal, Pika launches himself into my husband's open arms.
Joe, being horribly photophobic, shields his eyes by giving 'face hugs' to Pika, as he performs an awkward and quite comical version, of what he calls The Pika Dance. Finally, after this bit of silliness, Joe kisses me three times (always three for I love you), and after insisting I kiss Pika too (by jamming him into my face), he returns the Pillow Pet to my lap.
Anyone peeping into our living room would either be touched by the sweetness of the scene, or possibly come to the conclusion that we are