I have at least a hundred which are currently put away, but of those that aren’t, in my room I have:
Two hippos. One is green and the other is bright orange. Their names are Ozzy and (?).
A jointed bear named Chester that my dad brought back from a work trip when I was little.
Bogey from Shirt Tales. He was what killed my fear of monkeys.
A little white bear that my friend from Winnipeg sent me.
A little raccoon that I got for my first birthday.
A sneetch.
A big bear my brother got me although it was more than he wanted to spend on me.
A big Kangaroo with a little kangaroo (Kenny) in it’s pouch. Also from Levi.
I’m 39 and male. Have always loved stuffed toys. I’ve noticed though that I pay less attention to them if I have pets. Currently I’m owned by two lovely cats and the toys are a bit neglected.
Anyway, they are:
A handsome woolen sheep (‘Mutton’)
An old stuffed cat, quite lifelike (‘Motley’)
A cute little raggamuffin dog (‘Mutley’)
And my very first teddy bear that Mum shipped from overseas by surprise! (‘Honey Bear’).
My favourite toy ever was a little teddy bear owned by my ex-wife, whose uncle had sent it from Fiji many years ago. It was so warn as to be unrecognizable, and had the appropriate name of ‘Suva Bear’.
I have over 200, but I have them stored. i refuse to be one thode adult women that have to clear off their bed every night. I’m saving them for my kids, alot of them are pretty expensive.
I have two: one is a koala bear that was my first present from an aunt who lived in Australia. All the fur is chewed off the ears and feet. I guess I used it as a teething ring. I’ve had it all my life and it has great sentimental meaning to me. The second one is an Odie doll (whoda thunk it), that I bought when I got that nickname in University.
I have three bears (a little midget one from Roy Rogers restaurant, a Pooh, and a “I [maple-leaf] Canada”) and a armadillo (the reason for the sig). They are Polar Bear (named after a habit of my father putting him in the refrigerator), Pooh (self evident), and Theodore Bear Esq, repectively. The armadillo, generally is known as Mr. Armadillo. I’ve had them since forever.
My mother was more in love with them, the Canadian one in particular, than I was this late in age. Whenever she wanted to torment me or my dad with notes, she’d sign them Mr. Bear (or occasionally Bear and Armadillo, attorneys-at-law). I even set up an email for her at mrbearesq@hotmail.com (please no spam).
For some reason, she had him outfitted with a cape (a hankerchef tied around the neck with the aide of a broken digital watch) that still get chuckles out of me now.
Anyway, the silly thing is still on his cape im memory to her.
I have a stuffed animal horse that I keep in my car all the time. His name is Hoaty. This is because when I got him out of the crane machine I originally thought he was a goat (he had a mask on), but when I took the mask off I saw it was a horse, so instead of Goaty, he’s Hoaty.
I’ll keep him in my car forever. My girlfriend even made him a scarf to wear during these cold winter months. One time his head almost fell off but I had it sewed back on. That was a close call.
One is Humphrey Bear-gart, which was given to my as a graduation gift (it’s a long story). It is sitting on top of the entertainment center in the living room.
The other one is a smallish Kirby Bear. He is dressed in a Minnesota Twins #34 jersey that says Puckett on the back. It is on top of my bookcase.
I have a stuffed cat named Miss Kitty, that I’ve had since I was 5. I would still be sleeping with her, but one of the dogs got hold of her and ripped some stuffing out. I fully plan to stitch her up and keep her in the bed again.
My Miss Kitty is proof positive that the Velveteen Rabbit thing does not really happen.
I also have two white teddy bears, with bow ties, one of which has had his nose torn off by the same dog mentioned above. And I have an Elmo doll that I got for my birthday 4 years ago, from my then-boyfriend. I married him anyway…
“My name is Duke. I’m 27 years old. And I own a stuffed koala bear.”
The koala’s name is O’Reilly (after the Australian cricket Bill “Tiger” O’Reilly. Could any two land mammals be less alike than a tiger and a koala?). During the “off-season” (September to April in this cold country) he wears my cricket hat.
I have a little green dinosaur named Zac, that my best friend got me before she moved to New York. I also have a 3 and a half foot stuffed monkey which belongs to my boyfriend, and a big neon yellow alien that I won at Universal Studios.
I have a big plush Gumby, a bigger Pokey, a couple of beanie babies, old teddy bears from when I was a baby…not quite right for a 6’5", 275lb. 28 year old man.
I’m 27 and I have a bazillion stuffed animals. And most have names. The only ones that sleep on the bed anymore, though, are Hedgy the Hedgehog (ok, I don’t put the effort into names as I did when I was little) which we bought at the grocery store a year or 2 ago (he’s got the sweetest little face) and Pikachu which my hubby won for me at the last state fair. My husband and best friend both buy stuffies for me frequently so I’m in no danger of outgrowing them any time soon.
I’m 25 and I have a more stuffed animals than I know what to do with. Only one, a big, white bear decorated for Christmas, stays on my bed. The others are on my computer desk.
I think I can remember all of them:
Five bears – Peppermint (the one on the bed), Pooky, Santa Bear, Yub Yub and … the Graduation Bear (I forgot his name! sob)
One Puffkin bear – Hugs
One white seal – Snowball
One dog – Princess Woofy
One mouse – (forgot her name, too!)
One pink bunny – Snuggles
Three Puffkin bunnies – Bumper, Buddy and Sunshine
One squirrel beanie – Pistachio
Two Digimon beanies – Patamon and Gomamon
I have to guard the Digimon carefully, because my mom keeps trying to steal them. She says they’d look much cuter on her desk.
A large fraction of my dorm room is filled with stuffed animals. That in and of itself is okay. Add in the fact that no one can tell I took any out of the collection in my room at home and it gets a bit more significant. I sleep with at least four (Sharcy, Tigger, mylion, and BernardII) every night. More if I’m in a bad mood or had a stuffed animal fight with Mike earlier. (Ever club someone with a large stuffed seal? The irony is amazing.)
I adore stuffed animals. Mine all have names and histories. The several who have permanent bed spots don’t get displaced even for sex or another warm body sleeping with me. (“Darling, you’re on Tigger’s tail and its making him uncomfy…”)
Bah on the age thing. I am as grown up as I need to be. Would you rather I slept with a katana? Would that be more mature? (I did that for a while too, actually.)
I still have a teddy bear (given to me by my ex on a past anniversary) that I sleep with most of the time. I also have a number of other stuffies in various places around the house.
