Barking Up The Wrong Tree

Hello again.  As you can see, I am still injured, and my right forepaw is practically non-functional.  Hopefully, I will be better soon, but honestly I have no idea how long that will take.

This brings me to an interesting point that I want to bring up to those of you who may be pondering wishing your favorite stuffed animal to life - THINK IT THROUGH!  Caring for a stuffed animal is a very unique experience, and one that most people have never really considered.  For example, even though I know my owner/servant/partner/sleeping  companion/dog carrier loves me and wants nothing but the best for me, but he has had absolutely no idea how to handle me hurting my paw.  As he says, "No one wrote a book on how to care for your injured stuffed dog." 

Which, although it makes perfect sense, really frustrates me.  It is hard enough to move in a world build for people 10 times your size, with flesh, blood, and bones, but now I have to deal with this injury without the benefit of medical care or an idea of how long it will be until I am back on my ultra-soft feet?  SO FRUSTRATING!

I guess that the reason I am writing this blog is to help people with this very thing, so maybe I will be the one that ends up writing the book on how to care for your stuffed animal, or at the very least, how to care for one who has literally had the stuffing knocked out of him.  More on my recovery and treatment to come!

A Dog Without A Bone... or a Computer

Hi everyone!  Sorry that I haven't written in a bit, but I got injured recently while playing with my brother Gomar and have been a bit under the weather.  I have been trying to recover and live by the adage, "Let a sleeping dog lie," but resting and staying  off my paw has been difficult.

I will go into the details very soon in my next post, but suffice to say that a stuffed dog on crutches in New York City should at the very least be an entertaining read for anyone following my adventures.

Meet my brothers!

Wow, my first blog post went up, and literally about three minutes later my brothers were nearly up in arms about the fact that I did not put a picture of them up.  So, let me remedy that right now.

As you can likely guess, I'm on the left in this picture.  If I look a bit perturbed, you have to understand that having Seal, Blue Bear, and Gomar (the picture should be self-explanatory, but if not, Gomar is the green gator) all try to sit still long enough to take a family portrait is a bit like chasing your own tail.  You can do it, but it seldom works out the way you had hoped.

At any rate, those are the four of us, and we have a pretty good time.  We are a very diverse family (ignoring the fact that we were wished to life), and it makes for a lot of interesting days.  I think I mentioned this previously, but Blue Bear likes to do somersaults and giggle while doing it, which makes taking him anywhere a bit of an issue.  And, Seal is a bit... slow on the uptake, so that comes with its own set of problems.  And Gomar, well... he is a gator, and even though is a stuffed gator, he likes to bite, which can make it awkward to introduce him to new people.

Those are my brothers, and it is a sunny day in New York City, so we are all going to go out and get some fresh air!  Enjoy the rest of your weekend!

Wishes Do Come True...

Hi there!  My name is Podar, and I am a stuffed animal living in New York City.

Right now you are probably thinking that the aforementioned sentence is maybe the most ridiculous thing that you have ever read or heard of in your entire life, and honestly, I am inclined to agree with you.  So, I guess before we go any further, I had better explain how I became an aspiring puppy blogger.

Things were pretty simple for me until about a year ago.  I was made in a factory, and like most other stuffed animals made in factories, I was shipped out with dreams of living with a fun young girl or boy, where I would be hugged, cuddled, attend tea parties, have mouths wiped on me, and in general, be loved to pieces (literally - that is how most stuffed puppies meet their end - we are literally loved to pieces).

However, my path turned out to be much different than I expected.  Instead of heading to your local Wal-Mart, K-Mart, Toys 'R' Us or something similar, I somehow wound up in a strange nightclub in New York City.  Instead of being held by young arms, I was hung by my neck with other stuffed animals in some type of game booth where people had to throw darts in an attempt to pop balloons in order to win me as a "prize."  Sounds great doesn't it?  Well, it gets even better, because this club served plenty of alcohol, and so the men and women that tried to win me nightly weren't the most dextrous of people, and thus I was there for a long while.

One night, after who only knows how long, this tall guy and his beautiful girlfriend (hey, I'm a stuffed animal, not blind) showed up to try and win me.  The guy was somewhat more accurate than your average drunken slob, but failed to hit a balloon.  The woman on the other hand was on fire that night, and nailed three balloons in a row.  POP! POP! POP!  Suddenly, out of nowhere, a hand reached out for me, and then I found myself being placed in the happy young lady's arms.  The rest of the night was a blur of laughter and alcohol, and I myself was just thrilled to be part of a family at long last.

I can almost hear you saying, "This is all lovely, but how in the world did a stuffed animal become real, and why in the world is he writing a blog?"  The first part of that question is easy, and the second is a bit more difficult, but I will do my best to answer both.

I think that I became real because the beautiful woman's boyfriend wished it to happen.  I know, I know, that sounds like some kind of fairy tale or or kid's cartoon, but I really think that is just how it went.  I don't know if he threw a penny in a fountain, rubbed a lucky rabbit's foot, wished upon a falling star, but it happened.  My personal opinion is that he just needed a friend so bad, and wished so hard for me to be real, that some force in the universe felt his need and made it happen.  Volia!  The world now has a stuffed talking dog that can move around, sit, rollover, and other cool things.  I would also be remiss if I failed to mention that it wasn't just me that became real out of this wish.  As outlandish as it sounds, he actually wished four stuffed animals to be real, so my "brothers" and I are now part of this big happy family.  (In case you are wondering, my brothers are a seal that isn't quite right in the head, a gator that likes to bite, and a somersaulting blue bear that giggles like a maniac, but I digress.)

So I guess that moves us on to the next part.  Why is an animated pile of stuffing writing a blog?  Well, there are several reasons, but first and foremost I am bored.  Everyone else has something to do all day, but the world doesn't really have a lot of use for a stuffed dog, so I might as well write.  Second, I figure the four of us here aren't the only ones who have been wished to live, so maybe  there are other stuffed animals out there who are feeling lonely and wondering if anyone else is out there, and thus I write this blog for them.  Another reason is that I hope to earn some money.  I mean, do you know of any classified ads running in the paper for a stuffed animal?  I am the slowest typer in the world (try typing with paws), and I don't know a thing about computers.  What job am I going to get?  Last, but not least, I figured this blog would serve as a how-to guide for anyone who has wished their stuffed animals to life.  It is not as simple as you would think, living the life of a stuffed dog, and I figured that this might help future owners, caretakers, parents, friends, or whomever understand the high's and low's of being a stuffed dog living in the Big Apple.

This blog is about my adventures.  I am Podar, I am a stuffed dog, and I am going to live my magical existence to the fullest!  Stay tuned to hear all about my life in New York City, and follow my adventures!