Greetings from Buckwheat

Dear Friends, stuffed or otherwise soft, sweet, squishy, warm, cuddly, old, new, young, sad, happy... o my I do go on, yessiree I do....

I am quite old, lost much hair, have a squeak in my nose and... me name? Buckwheat... yup, it's a name we loved when we watched Little Rascals with the brothers and the girl that kept me quite safe on the big brass bed in Cold Spring Harbor. (Fact- I am written into a book that Leghe and Tina wrote when they were very young and it included a very comfy old chair that was just right for two young people and some other stuffies...)

I had to 'dig up' a picture of myself (I am a dog, don't ya know) so Ms. T could send it out.  I can't see too well anymore… I am wearing the dress she gave me in 1959 (at least). It used to be hers when she was very small but now we both are old timers. You see I have no eyes but that's ok, my nose still works exceedingly well and it squeaks when squeezed. (It doesn't bother me, it's supposed to do that.) 

Ms. T has a cousin, Heather, that has a dog like me, but they live in Connecticut across the USA from Oregon... I don't travel much except to the Land of Nod. I share a cradle-boat with one eyed Ted and NayNay. We are dreamers…

Anyhowl, I am pleased to be included in this reality show since I AM real.... Many slurps of the day-

Buckwheat