WOOBIES!!

I have a bunch of stuffed toys. In fact, I LOVE my stuffed toys!! I sleep with my big white bone - it's my fav, and I bring my toys to anyone who comes to my house, cuz I know they wanta see 'em. My toys are soft and feel good in my soft mouth (you DO know that we retrievers all have soft mouths, right?). Now . . . guess what I just learned??? All my soft toys are called:

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "WOOBIES" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Mom was talking to Debra - who helped me get born, took care of me when I was just a little squirt, and then gave me to mom and dad. So Debra kept talking to mom about "woobies." She wanted to know if I'm a wobbie-lover or a woobie-killer! DUH!! Finally, mom got her to explain that woobies are just my toys. WHO KNEW?

Well, mom went nuts, the way she does sometimes over certain words. I know, that's just weird, but then . . . well . . . she is mom. Anyway, mom thinks that "woobie" may just be the coolest word ever, and she's gone all obsessive over it. So, I decided to do a little woobie research myself, and here's what I found on "My Woobie World":

Just exactly what IS a Woobie, anyway?

woobie - (wu-bee or woo-bee); n.,

1. Beloved object, often carried around in the mouth for extended periods of time;

2. Foul-smelling object often saturated to twice its normal weight with pet saliva;

3. Pagan object of worship, often embraced by canines of the Golden Retriever breed;

4. Constant companion, sometimes revered and sometimes abused;

5. All-purpose mouth-ornament, may function as pacifier one moment, and dental floss the next.

Many of my favorite things can qualify as woobies - stuffed animals, tennis balls, or even dad's old socks. So you see, even if you're not lucky enough to be a Golden Retriever, you can still be a Woobie-Lover.

In my next post, I'll tell you all about "The Legend of the Evil Woobie"

Stay tuned!