My name is Comiskey and I am a compulsive hoarder.
It all began when I got my first stuffed toy at the age of 8 weeks. It was love at first sight and once I dismembered it into little pieces I found it to be a treasure. Each little bit became a “chewy”. You know the little bits that you can chew like gum and spit out when you are done. Well I began to save them…then it was on to other de-stuffed toys….plastic water bottles (they make great noise) and it finally escalated to socks and shredded tug toys.
It all got to be to much for my parents so they got me this big cardboard box and once my brother (Beemer) and I chewed the door off…it became a haven for my hoarding. I suspect that some of my items end up in the trash (I guess that is called an intervention) and some end up in the washer…because they begin to smell real good…but all in all I don’t believe that I have a problem….see what you think……
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