I heard about this Ted movie from friends before I ever saw a preview or a trailer for it so I was somewhat prepared for the creepy factor. What I wasn’t prepared for was the nostalgia factor.
You see, I, too, have a beloved stuffed animal from my childhood.
You thought it was going to be a cat, didn’t you? Well, it’s a dog. Seriously, it’s a dog. Just trust me. I don’t want to hear about how he looks like a lamb. He’s a dog.
I got this stuffed dog when I was about two years old. Nearly 29 years later, we are still together.
As you can see, neither of us has held us particularly well. What happened to all those natural highlights my hair used to have? Time is a bitch, I tell you.
My dog’s name is Pufferdoodle, but he goes by Puffy. He was my constant companion, and he is absent from few photos from my childhood. One of my earliest memories, if not my earliest one, is of accidentally leaving him at a neighbor’s house when I was probably three. My parents thought I had left him at the grocery store so we had to wait until the morning to go look for him. It turned out that I had left him at a house down the street where we were feeding cats for neighbors who were out of town. I don’t remember the investigation; what I remember is the anxiety, the crippling emotional distress of not having Puffy. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t think about anything else.
That I still have this bedraggled stuffed dog is a testament to our connection. That connection is what the trailer for Ted invoked. I know it’s creepy, but I anthropormorphized Puffy for so many years that it feels like this movie is inside the deepest parts of my mind. If Puffy could walk and talk and have his own thoughts and feelings, that would be the best. I still believe that.