Not even Google can read minds.

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Last resort. Does anyone remember a range of plastic dogs and cats that used to be sold in the UK back in the 1990s? They were about an inch and a half tall and there were hundreds of them all, I think, with names. (For some reason I remember the German Shepherd being called Prince. I could be wrong.) They were quite bendy plastic and all shaped and painted into different breeds and colours. Please god tell me *someone* out there remembers the name of the range?

Trying to do my creative non-fiction piece for this week and suddenly remembered spending junior school collecting these things but damned if I can remember the name of them. In the great scheme of things, no it's not important but right now? It's bloody irritating.

Ack. If nothing else, this non-fic course is proving to me how boring my childhood actually was.

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*grins* I loved my toys when I was younger. Stuffed toys were the most important thing in *existence*. (Not that um. They still are or anything. *avoids looking at the ones covering the shelf behind her bed*)

I collected toy horses because I had a horse obsession and needed to compensate for not getting a real one. I had hundreds, made up stories for them, had favourites and little people to ride them and everything.

I don't know what happened to mine either. *sighs* We should both go back to being six again. It was definitely way more fun than doing work.