Someone reminded me about my imaginary friend the other day, and it got me to thinking.  Most kids have at least one imaginary friend when they're growing up, right?  So here's mine.

When we moved into our first "real" house I was five or six.  It was just my mom and me, no dad to speak of, and it was the first house we actually owned.  Someone, either a relative or a friend of my mom's bought me this giant anthropomorphic dog named Henry.  Henry was about my height (so figure about 3 feet...