This month I'm sharing the most precious object to me, my beloved Snoopy!
Now slightly battered, bruised this fellow has been with me since I was 2yrs old when one day I wandered into my parents bedroom and took him from their bed. Since them he has come everywhere with me from my dad carrying him in the front of his coat with his head poking out so he didn't get cold on the way to play school, to overnight stays in hospital with suspected appendicitis. Gone are the days where I'd come home from school to see him pegged to the washing line by his ears, now he sits on a shelf for fear that he might have an accident in the washing machine but he still gets a kiss on the nose from time to time.
