Bart

My first toy. I don’t remember where he came from; a gift from a family member I imagine. I think that my god-mother may have made him for me as he is lacking in any shop tags. He is a terrier dog; flat as can be and goes by the name of Bart. Given that next year I will be forty I think I can claim dibs on the name over Bart Simpson!

As a child he was my constant companion. He came to bed with me every night and whenever we went on holidays or trips Bart came too.

He is a white dog; not the ideal colour for a child’s companion – especially as he never was permitted to get a wash! His eyes were felt; his happy open mouth and tongue were felt. As time passed the felt degraded. Now Bart has been patched up with Elastoplast and his tongue isn’t as long as it once was; but his eyes are still bright and he still has his eager smile. Imagine the tales he could tell if only he could speak. What matters most of all (for all toys big and small) is that Nat still loves him.