About Clunkers the Dog
Clunkers' Journey
- Price: $30.99
- Made with faux fur and all new polyester fibers
Meet Clunkers - your mentally fluffy friend.
Clunkers wasn’t your average plush puppy.
He had one floppy ear, one bent leg, and a name that came from the sound he made every time he fell off the shelf.
Clunk.
Clunk.
Clunkers.
He belonged to a child named Jo, who picked him out from a dusty corner of a thrift store. Jo didn’t mind that Clunkers was a little lopsided. Jo was a little lopsided too, in their own way.
But what no one else knew was this:
Clunkers was alive — at least when no one was looking. And Clunkers had ADHD.
Inside, Clunkers’ stuffing was packed with ideas. So many ideas. Ideas about space! And bumblebees! And snacks! And wait, what were we talking about again?
Even when he was still on the outside, Clunkers’ mind was racing on the inside.
He’d try to focus during Toy Meetings with the other plushies:
“We’re planning a bedtime strategy,” said Sir Whiskers, the stuffed cat.
Clunkers sat up straight. “Okay! Bedtime strategy. Got it. Step one—wait! What if we throw a surprise dance party instead?? Or maybe build a blanket fort with secret tunnels? No? Oh no—I forgot step one already—what time is it? Should we have snacks? I need to bounce—can I bounce??”
Sir Whiskers blinked slowly. “Clunkers, please sit down.”
“I am sitting. On the inside.”
Clunkers didn’t mean to interrupt, or fidget, or forget. His thoughts just moved like fireworks—bright and beautiful, but going off all at once.
Sometimes, the other toys got tired of him.
Sometimes… Clunkers got tired of himself.
“I’m too much,” he whispered one night, sliding off the shelf with a soft thud. “I can’t do things right.”
Jo heard the thud and came over, hugging Clunkers tight.
“I like you just how you are,” Jo whispered. “You make me laugh. You think of things I never would. You’re not too much. You’re just right.”
And somehow, Clunkers felt it. Deep in his stuffing. In the quiet, something finally slowed down inside him. Just a little.
So, the next Toy Meeting?
Clunkers still forgot step one.
Still jumped to step twelve.
Still suggested a trampoline in the bathroom.
But Sir Whiskers paused and said, “Actually, that could work. What’s your plan, Clunkers?”
And for the first time, Clunkers didn’t feel like the wrong kind of different.
He felt… seen.