This tiny china dog.
When I was a little girl, a visit to my grandmother's house was a mysterious adventure.
She lived in a tiny, dark, low-ceiling-ed house set way back in the woods, at the end of a long, long dirt driveway. (I know I need an editor for that sentence.)
Geese and turkeys waddled around the yard.
Inside, a stuffed fox stood on a table behind the couch. His orange glass eyes followed me around the room.
My grandfather owned a small general store. There was a candy display in the dining room! Can you imagine being a 7-year-old girl with a candy display in your grandparent's dining room? Life savers and Zero candy bars and PayDays and Turkish taffy.
In one corner of the room was a small, round, three-tiered table. On each layer there were china figurines.
Ladies with parasols.
Leprechauns doing somersaults.
And that little china dog.
He was my favorite and I played with him for hours. (Thus, his chipped ear....)
I still love him.