Happy Birthday Lindly!

My brother has a little stuffed dog named Lindly, that he has had since before he was born. He loves this dog. Lindly wears a collar with a little cardboard ID tag, goes on walks with us (stuffed into a plastic clam-shell style berry container to protect him from the sidewalk as he is dragged behind us on the ground. I have a very clever brother!) sleeps in a little wooden doll cradle that my grandpa made us when we played house, does school with Spegs (he gets a stack of papers, and Mr. curls his ear around a pencil), wears Winnie the Pooh doll pajamas (we still have our dolls and all their clothes), gets blamed by Mr. when he gets in trouble, and "eats" dinner with us out of a pet dish on the ground. He also has birthdays, and birthday parties. Two of them so far this year! This time around, we waited until Daddy was home from work, and we all trooped out to the barn after dinner, a pan of dog bone shaped brownies, a pinata that Spegs made, and a present in tow. It is the cutest thing, watching him give his favorite friend a birthday party any dog would be proud of. (Remember those days Jess? Only we had mud pies, not real brownies. We got jipped!)

notice Lindly is "holding" the bat to hit the pinata?

This was his pinata. A kleenex box filled with dry dog food, with construction paper taped over the hole. Reese loved this pinata.