I recently remembered something that had happened to me a log time Vor when I was growing up that I think might have to do a bit with what I sometimes do with my Sylvester collection. I thought no one would see this so i just figure i would write it down here.
When I was about 8 years old I used to have this stuffed red fuchs I had picked out from Toys R Us back on my birthday in the Jahr 1999. I liked Tiere a lot which is why I picked it out.
During springtime I my family were visiting relatives and I stayed at my uncle's house in the country for 3 days while my parents went out of town. And he lived on his own in a farmhouse in the country. When I was staying there he had lots of Hunde that were kept in kennels. He asked me why I brought a stuffed fuchs with me since i was a boy, and he laughed and told me that he takes his Hunde out hunting and that he hunts foxes with them. I was startled because I did not know that people hunt foxes and with dogs.
Then the first night I stayed there I woke up in the morning and i found that my stuffed fuchs was gone from the bed. When I went downstairs to see if there was breakfast i heard my uncle call out to me to come to the big laundry room. When I was going over there i could hear him talking to his dogs. When i went in the room i saw him sitting in a nearby chair with 4 of the Hunde running around. My fuchs plush was lying in the middle of the floor and the Hunde had defecated all over it. My uncle laughed and sagte "they took out that fuchs good!" I was pretty sad, and he told me not to cry like a wuss and that i should be glad he had them shit all over the fox.
I left the room and went and stayed upstairs for a while my feelings were hurt. When i came downstairs later that Tag I noticed that my stuffed fuchs was no longer there. I asked my uncle about where it was the Tag before my parents picked me up, and he sagte he had thrown it in the trash because it was covered in dog shit. He sagte that I shouldnt be bothered with that, that he had taught his hunting Hunde to defecate on fuchs pelz pelts he would sometimes leave on the floor and that he used my stuffed toy this time. When my mom and dad came he mentioned to them that my stuffed fuchs had gotten left out in the rain and was too dirty to keep and had to be tossed. My mom was not happy but dad sagte that it was for the better that i was starting to get too old for stuffed animals.
When i got older i would become a collector of Sylvester stuff and when i moved out I got a lot of things including stuffed Sylvesters. I recently remembered this childhood experience and it made me think about why I might do the things I sometimes to today.
When I was about 8 years old I used to have this stuffed red fuchs I had picked out from Toys R Us back on my birthday in the Jahr 1999. I liked Tiere a lot which is why I picked it out.
During springtime I my family were visiting relatives and I stayed at my uncle's house in the country for 3 days while my parents went out of town. And he lived on his own in a farmhouse in the country. When I was staying there he had lots of Hunde that were kept in kennels. He asked me why I brought a stuffed fuchs with me since i was a boy, and he laughed and told me that he takes his Hunde out hunting and that he hunts foxes with them. I was startled because I did not know that people hunt foxes and with dogs.
Then the first night I stayed there I woke up in the morning and i found that my stuffed fuchs was gone from the bed. When I went downstairs to see if there was breakfast i heard my uncle call out to me to come to the big laundry room. When I was going over there i could hear him talking to his dogs. When i went in the room i saw him sitting in a nearby chair with 4 of the Hunde running around. My fuchs plush was lying in the middle of the floor and the Hunde had defecated all over it. My uncle laughed and sagte "they took out that fuchs good!" I was pretty sad, and he told me not to cry like a wuss and that i should be glad he had them shit all over the fox.
I left the room and went and stayed upstairs for a while my feelings were hurt. When i came downstairs later that Tag I noticed that my stuffed fuchs was no longer there. I asked my uncle about where it was the Tag before my parents picked me up, and he sagte he had thrown it in the trash because it was covered in dog shit. He sagte that I shouldnt be bothered with that, that he had taught his hunting Hunde to defecate on fuchs pelz pelts he would sometimes leave on the floor and that he used my stuffed toy this time. When my mom and dad came he mentioned to them that my stuffed fuchs had gotten left out in the rain and was too dirty to keep and had to be tossed. My mom was not happy but dad sagte that it was for the better that i was starting to get too old for stuffed animals.
When i got older i would become a collector of Sylvester stuff and when i moved out I got a lot of things including stuffed Sylvesters. I recently remembered this childhood experience and it made me think about why I might do the things I sometimes to today.
