This evening, my wife came back from Petco with a few treats for our new puppy. I knew she would be picking up a chew toy, but I had no clue it was going to be so cute. It was a squeaky toy in the form of a teddy bear, although he looked more like a fox. My wife picked up on my weariness, seeing thoughts of a stuffed 'onecho' snapped tight in the pup's jaws. Assuring me it was a bear, I calmed down.
However, as time went on, and I watched the pup lay into the plushie, I couldn't help but feel very sad and little. The toy had this sweet little smile on its face and yet was going to be torn apart in no time. Sitting there on the couch, I watched, feeling helpless. Tears collecting in my eyes, I couldn't hold back any longer: I snagged the plushie when the dog was distracted.
I expected my wife to insist that I hand it back over, that it was just a lifeless chew toy. However, she smiled sweetly and beamed knowingly. I explained how I couldn't see the little guy town apart and she understood. I snuggled it and then ran off to stow it away safely with my other plushies. Luckily, she had purchased a second toy, a less animated one.
This has always been a problem for me. Even when I was young, I couldn't eat things that had a face on them or were cute in some way. For example, there was one department store in Portland that would hand out gingerbread cookies around Christmas time. I loved getting one, but I could never eat it. My mom would do her best to convince me that it was okay, that the guy in the bear suit handing them out wanted me to eat it. Yet, I never could. I would cry and sob at the thought of consuming this cute little piece of baked sugar and fat.
So, now that I have completely embarrassed myself, can anyone else relate to this or am I alone in this odd desire to protect and cloister away cute items that aren't necessarily meant to be collected? ^^