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Bitzy and Boomer — an unexpected love story
My name is Bitzy. I didn’t get the name when I was made. I only got it once I came into the home where I live with my best friend, Boomer. He’s a Golden Retriever and we are inseparable.
Yes, I’m a dog toy named Bitzy. It was tough for me to wrap my stuffed head around at first, too.
I was made to be a dog’s best friend, but in the factory and then in the store, I had heard a lot of awful stories about how many dog toys don’t make it or don’t last. They maybe get played with for a little bit, but then they’re forgotten, like the joy they brought didn’t matter.
But see the thing I’ve learned about joy is that it’s important, no matter how long you know it or where you find it.
I’m so grateful for Boomer. He carries me with him just about everywhere he goes.
We’re kind of like a couple. People actually call us Bitzy and Boomer when they see us coming, especially on our nightly walks with Mom and Dad through the neighborhood. The lady next doors actually laughs out loud when she sees Boomer carrying me in his mouth.
I think we both get a kick out of it.
Boomer sleeps with me each night on the fluffy part of his dog bed.
