
This is a Christmas gift from a dear friend. She knows I love owls. The question is what to name it.
It reminds me of my childhood. I had a zoo of stuffed animals. When I was four, my parents gave me a little stuffed puppy and took us out to dinner at a local all-you-can-eat place. It was cheap, but with one caveat. If you left anything on your plate, you had to pay a quarter. Not much by today’s standards, but a quarter could buy more than a loaf of bread in the early 1960’s.
When we got back out to the car, I had lost my little puppy, and began to cry. My dad pulled back into the parking spot, and my brother got out of the car and found it…in a puddle of water. Thus, his name was born. Puddles!
I had a stuffed bull whose name was Ferdinand, but only because my dad told me the story of Ferdinand the Friendly Bull. He was married to my prize animal…Mrs. Tiger. If it hadn’t been for my dad’s story, the bull might have been named Mr. Bull. I know. Original. Right?
So what do I name my little owl?
A Pocketful of Joy to fill your day