For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston

For Better or For Worse

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  1. Arye Uygur

    Arye Uygur said, over 1 year ago

    When I was in my 60s I saw an adorable stuffed cat for sale that I fell in love with. It was so realistic. I changed my mind about buying it when I was told it was made out of rabbit fur. Oh well, my live cat is the real thing.

  2. tammyspeakslife

    tammyspeakslife GoComics PRO Member said, over 1 year ago

    Your Teddy will miss you Micheal but I’m sure he’ll understand

  3. suzibuy

    suzibuy GoComics PRO Member said, over 1 year ago

    You don’t throw the Teddy away. He just doesn’t go on all of the trips with you anymore. He sits at home and waits like a good buddy does. I still have ALL of my Teddies.

  4. TheSkulker

    TheSkulker GoComics PRO Member said, over 1 year ago

    @suzibuy

    Like Puff!

  5. frugalnotcheap

    frugalnotcheap said, over 1 year ago

    @TheSkulker

    HA!! Very Good!!!

  6. GSJ Olé

    GSJ Olé said, over 1 year ago

    When I was 6 my father brought me a stuffed dog from NYC. He immediately became indispensable to me. Flash forward over 50 years and I still have him. He’s barren of fur, slightly moth eaten, missing one eye, but I would never throw him away.

  7. Rufus The naked mole rat

    Rufus The naked mole rat said, over 1 year ago

    Hmmmm. Maybe Linus should try that.

  8. Don Rutherford

    Don Rutherford GoComics PRO Member said, over 1 year ago

    no way the gay scouts will make fun of you….actually, they’ll think it’s ADORABLE…..“OMG, it’s just adorable…..”

  9. Slywlf

    Slywlf said, over 1 year ago

    Lynn’s Notes:
    Alan might kill me for this, but as a little kid, he DID carry around a blanket. Actually, it was my blue chenille bedspread, which he inherited when the corners became twisted and grey. When it started to rot, Mom cut it up into smaller pieces so he’d have even more corners to chew on. By the time these pieces deteriorated, he was old enough to go to Beaver camp (junior Scouts in Canada), and Dad suggested he have a ceremonial blankie burning in the fireplace. Alan stuffed his remaining blankies into a shoebox. Dad put lighter fluid over the contents, made a hole in the lid, pulled out a wick of blankie, and the solemn ceremony took place. Al, with sadness and stoicism, sat and watched the box burn to ashes as Dad sat beside him with his arm around his shoulder. It was a coming of age for my brother and a time when Dad proved, beyond a doubt, that he understood kids better than anybody we knew!

  10. Sportymonk

    Sportymonk said, over 1 year ago

    Puff the Magic Dragon ……

  11. gooseylou

    gooseylou GoComics PRO Member said, over 1 year ago

    @Slywlf

    That is really a neat story. Thanks for sharing.

  12. JPuzzleWhiz

    JPuzzleWhiz said, over 1 year ago

    @TheSkulker

    Like Puff!

    You have a stuffed dragon? LOL!

  13. JPuzzleWhiz

    JPuzzleWhiz said, over 1 year ago

    @Rufus The naked mole rat

    Hmmmm. Maybe Linus should try that.

    Were you not paying attention over at “Peanuts” the last few weeks? They just wrapped up a story line where Linus went to camp for a couple (or so) of weeks!

  14. lightenup

    lightenup GoComics PRO Member said, over 1 year ago

    You’ll never hear the end of it at camp.

  15. Night-Gaunt49

    Night-Gaunt49 said, over 1 year ago

    Lynn’s Notes:
    Alan might kill me for this, but as a little kid, he DID carry around a blanket. Actually, it was my blue chenille bedspread, which he inherited when the corners became twisted and grey. When it started to rot, Mom cut it up into smaller pieces so he’d have even more corners to chew on. By the time these pieces deteriorated, he was old enough to go to Beaver camp (junior Scouts in Canada), and Dad suggested he have a ceremonial blankie burning in the fireplace. Alan stuffed his remaining blankies into a shoebox. Dad put lighter fluid over the contents, made a hole in the lid, pulled out a wick of blankie, and the solemn ceremony took place. Al, with sadness and stoicism, sat and watched the box burn to ashes as Dad sat beside him with his arm around his shoulder. It was a coming of age for my brother and a time when Dad proved, beyond a doubt, that he understood kids better than anybody we knew!

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