First, my roommates had some protests. Again about his hygiene. Yes, he was purchased at a thrift store. But he's been sent thru the wash and re-stuffed with BRAND NEW stuffing at least 3 times since then. He's clean!
They didn't believe me. And were bored one night. (i'm sure i was out on a date...or something...).
Poor Harold.
As if being saran-wrapped wasn't bad enough, he was forced to wear a Hannah Montana training bra.
And underwear. Not to mention the demoralizing signs.
I must admit though, I do kind of like the Groucho glasses on him...
Harold never really gained acceptance with most of the roommates. But he did make it down to the beach a time or two! (please notice bin's little fishy).
The one roommate that loved Harold with her whole heart was the Alishafriend, of course. Actually, I pulled Harold out on our first road trip together and she was insanely jealous of how comfortable I was sleeping in the car with him. So it was a jealous love. But we're OK with that and have since realized that if one person has something, the other person will probably just buy it too.
This has been proven with jackets, pants, hiking bags, shoes, books, electronics, and stuffed fish.
Meet Dlorah Uvalde. Harold spelled backwards plus the name of a random town we saw on a camping trip.
Harold and Dlorah have been great travel and camping buddies. They've almost been to as many states as we have! Minus our most recent trip. Dlorah made it but Harold was undergoing surgery. (more on that down below).
Harold's seen his fair share of airports. It's surprisingly simple to get him thru security too. Only a few raised eyebrows...
The Smilmiester is basically a mini-Kyoo (only a lot smarter...) so I made sure to get her a Harold of her own. For the record, they don't make them quite like they used to...
Did you know Harold was there that fateful summer I started dating the Gregbeau? Duh he was there. He'll probably make a wedding shot or two, too. (harold, and greg, i guess...). I'm not asking for permission to take him on the honeymoon. More like he'll get packed and I'll ask for forgiveness later.
Let's not forget the Tinafriend (doctor) throughout all this and the miraculous surgery she performed months ago on a very defeated Harold tail.
Also, she has really nice fingernails.
Does this seem creepy yet? Like that episode of "My Strange Addiction" where all these adult men and women get their Cabbage Patch Dolls together for a legitimate play date?
It's not that bad. I promise.
More like Harold is my travel pillow. And what a cool travel pillow to have!
Harold spends most of his non-traveling-flinging-himself-at-passing-cars days now guarding my bed. With Boris.
Do you think that when some family dropped Harold off at the DI so many years ago they could fathom the kind of second life he's had?? I wonder if I've ever donated anything so cool that it became another person's Harold...
I sure hope I have!
Here's to many more years with my random fish buddy.
*fist to fin pound*
Have a great day :-)
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