Oh my... I had to choose the stuffed animal dog In 1984, my then 18 month old son fell in love with a stuffed dog he saw at the mall. It had long floppy ears and the biggest puppy dog eyes. The tag on the toy said LeMutt, so we asked him what he wanted to name his LeMutt. He called it Mutt. He slept, ate, played and danced with the darn thing for 6 years. Thankfully he was washable.

Mutt still has a place in my heart and on DS's bookshelf.