Terrible mother

I tried so hard. For twelve months before the big move, I tried to observe what toys the kids played with the most and therefore what toys would make the final cut to come. The purging process was painful, but we needed to get rid of a lot of stuff. There was simply no room to store everything. Darcy and Haley each got to bring their favorite blankets and a few toys to Iceland, but the rest is in storage or in a Goodwill store somewhere. I don’t know what triggered it, but recently Darcy has remembered a “berry pesull” doggie that she used to have in her crib. The other day she wept at the dinner table most of the mealtime remembering this dog, and nothing could console her… “Darcy, maybe you’ll get a NEW doggie for your birthday!”
“I don’t WANT another doggie; I want MY DOGGIE!!” (dramatic wails and tears)…
She just won’t forget about it. It was all she could talk about on Saturday during our day trip to Akranes. Well, I thought I would see if anyone out there from Stafford Baptist knows what I’m talking about. I think there were hundreds of them given away at VBS one year. It looks like the dog in the picture, only white with black markings. Maybe a red collar, too? Lorrie Kennedy, you are my only hope on this one! Yes, she will get over it if she must, but I thought I would throw it out there. The Fauths leave Thursday night in case anyone is successful finding this dog!