Meanwhile I never forgave my dog Tippy for chewing on my American Girl's (I had Kit bc I was a little blonde girl with a bob) hand. One finger came clean off. I was able to put it back together but it was never the same.
Sadly, my American Girl stuff, including Kit and her mangled hand, were stolen from my house when I was in high school. My mom replaced Kit for me and I'm so grateful for that. But ever since Tippy passed in 2016 I've wished I still had my old Kit because even if I was upset about it, touching the rough plastic on her hand where I put her back together reminded me of the very first dog I ever had.
Sorry, I'm very, very high.