Just an old pot dog

There used to be two, but as a child when I went to Big Grandma's they were my toy dogs. I spent hours talking to them and cuddling them. Then I dropped one. He was beyond repair. His remaining twin never complained. As you can see I kissed the paint off his nose because he was my very good friend, and I kissed his nose a lot. He isn't worth anything, but I still love him now for the memories of my Big Grandma and the reminder that I was once a child who loved a pot dog as if it was real.