It began with a ripped tail and sad eyes from our 6 year old granddaughter, Linzy. “Grandma, can you fix Scooby’s tail, I have no IDEA how it got torn.” Of course she drags the doggy around by its tail and the injury was bound to occur at some point. After we repaired the poor dog’s tail, I got the bright idea to make him a sleeping bag, which escalated to a backpack. Anyway, we had fun making the backpack, dinner, playing games, American Gladiator wrestling, dolls and making super duper colossal ice cream sundaes with lots of sprinkles on it. Eight hours later, I can barely move-but we had a ball.
Surgery on Scooby Doo