30-odd years ago, when my sister was just a toddler, she was given a fluffy white dog on wheels with a red handle she could push him along with. She named him 'Woo Woo'.
Woo Woo has lived a fruitful life, loved throughout our childhood then dragged from house to house as nobody could bear to part with him. Sadly, he's been living the last few years neglected in my dad's back garden shed. He was scruffy and more than a little worse for wear when my dad remembered him recently and retrieved him from his dusty 'kennel'.
After a splash in the shower and a rub with a little Dove soap... Woo Woo has come up -- well -- if not as good as new, certainly closer to his original colour than he has been in many years!
When Fern visited her Granddad over the weekend, she was gifted Woo Woo to play with. And it was love at first sight. We don't have very much retained from our childhoods, my sisters and I, and it gave me much joy to see history repeating itself in this way. Long live Woo Woo!!