I recently remembered something that had happened to me a log time geleden when I was growing up that I think might have to do a bit with what I sometimes do with my Sylvester collection. I thought no one would see this so i just figure i would write it down here.
When I was about 8 years old I used to have this stuffed red vos, fox I had picked out from Toys R Us back on my birthday in the jaar 1999. I liked animals a lot which is why I picked it out.
During springtime I my family were visiting relatives and I stayed at my uncle's house in the country for 3 days while my parents went out of town. And he lived on his own in a farmhouse in the country. When I was staying there he had lots of dogs that were kept in kennels. He asked me why I brought a stuffed vos, fox with me since i was a boy, and he laughed and told me that he takes his dogs out hunting and that he hunts foxes with them. I was startled because I did not know that people hunt foxes and with dogs.
Then the first night I stayed there I woke up in the morning and i found that my stuffed vos, fox was gone from the bed. When I went downstairs to see if there was breakfast i heard my uncle call out to me to come to the big laundry room. When I was going over there i could hear him talking to his dogs. When i went in the room i saw him sitting in a nearby chair with 4 of the dogs running around. My vos, fox plush was lying in the middle of the floor and the dogs had defecated all over it. My uncle laughed and zei "they took out that vos, fox good!" I was pretty sad, and he told me not to cry like a wuss and that i should be glad he had them shit all over the fox.
I left the room and went and stayed upstairs for a while my feelings were hurt. When i came downstairs later that dag I noticed that my stuffed vos, fox was no longer there. I asked my uncle about where it was the dag before my parents picked me up, and he zei he had thrown it in the trash because it was covered in dog shit. He zei that I shouldnt be bothered with that, that he had taught his hunting dogs to defecate on vos, fox vacht, bont pelts he would sometimes leave on the floor and that he used my stuffed toy this time. When my mom and dad came he mentioned to them that my stuffed vos, fox had gotten left out in the rain and was too dirty to keep and had to be tossed. My mom was not happy but dad zei that it was for the better that i was starting to get too old for stuffed animals.
When i got older i would become a collector of Sylvester stuff and when i moved out I got a lot of things including stuffed Sylvesters. I recently remembered this childhood experience and it made me think about why I might do the things I sometimes to today.
When I was about 8 years old I used to have this stuffed red vos, fox I had picked out from Toys R Us back on my birthday in the jaar 1999. I liked animals a lot which is why I picked it out.
During springtime I my family were visiting relatives and I stayed at my uncle's house in the country for 3 days while my parents went out of town. And he lived on his own in a farmhouse in the country. When I was staying there he had lots of dogs that were kept in kennels. He asked me why I brought a stuffed vos, fox with me since i was a boy, and he laughed and told me that he takes his dogs out hunting and that he hunts foxes with them. I was startled because I did not know that people hunt foxes and with dogs.
Then the first night I stayed there I woke up in the morning and i found that my stuffed vos, fox was gone from the bed. When I went downstairs to see if there was breakfast i heard my uncle call out to me to come to the big laundry room. When I was going over there i could hear him talking to his dogs. When i went in the room i saw him sitting in a nearby chair with 4 of the dogs running around. My vos, fox plush was lying in the middle of the floor and the dogs had defecated all over it. My uncle laughed and zei "they took out that vos, fox good!" I was pretty sad, and he told me not to cry like a wuss and that i should be glad he had them shit all over the fox.
I left the room and went and stayed upstairs for a while my feelings were hurt. When i came downstairs later that dag I noticed that my stuffed vos, fox was no longer there. I asked my uncle about where it was the dag before my parents picked me up, and he zei he had thrown it in the trash because it was covered in dog shit. He zei that I shouldnt be bothered with that, that he had taught his hunting dogs to defecate on vos, fox vacht, bont pelts he would sometimes leave on the floor and that he used my stuffed toy this time. When my mom and dad came he mentioned to them that my stuffed vos, fox had gotten left out in the rain and was too dirty to keep and had to be tossed. My mom was not happy but dad zei that it was for the better that i was starting to get too old for stuffed animals.
When i got older i would become a collector of Sylvester stuff and when i moved out I got a lot of things including stuffed Sylvesters. I recently remembered this childhood experience and it made me think about why I might do the things I sometimes to today.
