in grade1, i had a plush toy..it was a tan-coloured terrier that I called Megan
i'm not sure why i called it that, but i remember there was a girl in my class who always had a habit of making weird faces, which i started to copy through that year too, and maybe that is the reason
Anyway Megan the dog had a flying plaid carpet stitched onto its feet
And over time the whole thing got quite dirty and my mom threw it in the washer.. its ear ended up coming off, so i sewed it back myself.. this time one ear was curled and the other was flat
Over time again the thing started to get dirty and my mom got fed up with it and said i shouldn't play with things like that, so somehow she threw it in the dumpster without me knowing
I ended up finding out and took the dog back out
I would never do such a thing now.. But over time, again, I ended up getting sick of it the dog and threw it out myself