Through a series of very bad decisions, Z-boy's best friend became rather soaked with urine.
**note to self: do not give your child a mug of chamomille tea just before bedtime. It fills his bladder and puts him out like a light**
As Fuzzy is nearing 7 years old (a present on Z-boy's first birthday), he has been loved into a state of delicacy. Oh, he's been tossed in the washer and dryer before due to similar encounters, but he was much stronger then....
So for three days, he stank up the room while I tried to decide how to get him back into loveable condition. Yesterday morning, I decided on a course of action.
First, a nice warm bath with lots of bubbles and gentle massage and squeezing. We did this several times. Fuzzy got VERY relaxed.
We followed up with a nice, refreshing rinse.
After more vigorous (but still very gentle) squeezing, Fuzzy relaxed in the dish rack to dry, looking rather shriveled and wrinkly and in desperate need of teddy bear restelin injections (extra stuffing)...
He thought that maybe because his head was so big and full of water, THIS position might make more sense.
Fuzzy hung out in the dishrack all day. While I waiting to pick up Z-boy at the bus stop, I called my Mom, the teddy bear cleaning expert, and asked for some ideas of how to get Fuzzy all nice and dry (but not fluffy, as his fur has all been loved off). Several ideas were tossed about, with my father chiming in with ideas as well, and I settled on a course of action to facilitate gentle drying with the least amount of trauma.
Unbeknownst to me, my husband had come home, spotted Fuzzy lazing in the dishrack, and promptly stuffed him into a pillowcase and out to the dryer he went.
Thank God Fuzzy is stronger than he looks. He came through the dryer with flying colors and spent last night back in Z-boy's arms smelling April Fresh.