Christmas eve in 1961. It’s the night I was introduced to “Happy”—-a small white curly haired stuffed dog. Happy was a constant companion. Mom and Grandma performed many surgeries on that dog over the years—-sewing ears back on; sewing up areas where stuffing was popping out and a couple of times, I remember Mom giving him a “bath”.
Yes, I still have Happy. And when you look at him you realize how he got his name—he looks happy and he makes me happy. My favorite present ever from Grandma Zuehlke. Most importantly, a Happy memory
