This is Peppy. He has been with me since I was 7 or 8. My absolute favorite stuffed animal ever. He is made of cotton flannel printed with a sort of leopard spot. Given to me by a friend of my mom's who had stylish design-y taste, this little fellah has been with me through all of my life events since then: the divorce that shaped my childhood, puberty, best friends, high school, college, first apartments, rotten relationships and good ones... hes made it through all of them.
A few years ago I ill advisedly put him through the washer cause I noticed that all of those years had left a layer of grime on him. What came out was a ball of poly fill with a peppy shaped rag entwined. Apparently the only thing holding the fabric together was the dirt.
I patched him up and treated him gently for a few more years and then it happened again.
The dog got to him in a fit of pique (she was temporarily shut out of the bedroom while we were rearranging furniture and took offence) and ripped his guts out. Hes been languishing in my to be repaired pile for a few years now so I think its time to get him pulled together if I can. He is in pretty rough shape and his original fabric isn't very strong any more but I think I can save him ...
He deserves it.