YOUR Submit stories of YOUR special woobies - is there one you couldn't live without? Or have you known one that was especially EVIL? Feel free to share!! "Hi Blaze - I have a
woobie named Kramer. He is a fleece woobie with fuzzy
wild hair like the Kramer guy on TV. I had a different
woobie that my dad took away from me because I almost ate
the squeaker. I didn't know about the woobie revenge. "My Name is NaMeshe and
I am a almost 8 month old Golden "Hi
Blaze! My favorite Woobie is my stuffed squeeky toy. It
has 6 arms. Each arm is a different primary color. Each
arm has a squeeker in the end of it. I love to bring it
to Mommy when she is doing something other than petting
me. I throw it at my Daddy when he has fallen asleep on
the couch. If he doesn't respond, I shove it in his face
until he throws it for me. When I first got it, I slept
with it in my mouth for two nights in a row. I'm better
than that now, but I love to run around the house and
squeek that Woobie better than anything! Ever!" Hi! I am Sunny. My Mom is so
cool... she knows I have a speshul Woobie attachmint to
'Baybie' my floppy dog. When they got me a lil sister
(who asked them to do THAT?!)
an'she always wantsta sleep an' hog my Woobie. She hided
it in her crate with her! Mom gave it back to me when she
wasn't lookin'. THEN, she decided to CHEW
IT! Her teeths are way sharper than
mine. Now, unnerstand, this Woobie had only been sucked
on an' used for a pellow up to now. So Good Mom put
threads in it to keep it together fur me an' told Lily
(the lil crybaby) to go chew her own stuff. I love my
mom, an we spent some time playin' so she could get
Exsersize, but I had to go lay on my Baybie an' stare
down my lil bratty sister. Mom unnerstood. She nose this
is a Sirius case of Woobie atttachmint. "Hi
Blaze! My name is Sherman & I want to tell you about
my most recent Woobie raid! See, at night when the mommy
person and daddy person are asleep, it is my
self-appointed job to guard the house. Well, one
particular night, while I was on my usual rounds, I
discovered several
evil woobies. I did my best to kill them by shredding,
destuffing & everything else I could think of. I
finally decided the only way these woobies would meet
their demise was to put them in the toilet and drown
them. So I prowled through the house and found every
woobie I could and put them all in the toilet. For good
measure I added one of my dad's evil socks! (You really
have to keep an eye on them - they multiply when you turn
your back) AND a pair of my mom's underwear, too! Thought
this would help keep them from escaping. Well, about 3:00
a.m. my daddy got up to tinkle in my water bowl ( I
really hate this) and he found all the dead woobies. He
went in and got my mom and told her she had to come see
what a fine job I had done. Of course, she was so proud
of me and could not stop laughing, but daddy kept
mumbling something about being in debt for life to the
roto-rooter man if he had flushed. Still don't know what
he meant!!!! I'll keep you posted of future woobie
raids!" Tell me about YOUR close encounters! Then
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