There was also this one time when I was going to a church with my dad and stepmom when I was about 12, and wasn't allowed to take Dory with me, and when we going inside, the preacher was standing outside the door greeting people. she shook my hand, smiled, and said, "Hello, we're glad you could come today." I looked up at her and said balefully, "Dory wanted to come, too." "Who's Dory?" the preacher asked. "She's my dolphin," I answered simply, and walked on inside. And so until my parents explained more fully, the preacher thought I owned a REAL dolphin!
I literally snorted coffee out of my nose laughing at this. I could just imagine her face puzzling over your real life dolphin in the back yard.
btw my favourite plushie is thirty years old and can't literally be called a plushie anymore because he's so bald.