I buy animals with wheels. Most people don't know what the hell I'm talking about. Usual refrain: Say what? Again, animals with wheels? Live animals? ... no that's just sick.
It all started in Fargo, ND, where I was born & raised. My husband grew up across the river in MN, and we lived on my husband's family farm for the first ten years of our marriage. We quit farming and moved to Fargo, and met our new next door neighbors: Rhienhold & Edna, an elderly couple. Rheinhold was retired from the college, and took on woodworking as a hobby.
He and his wife loved our kids. Rheinhold gave our two sons road graders, all carved from wood, no metal stuff. Our daughter, the youngest, got a rocking horse whose hooves clacked when rocked. I received an owl to hang keys on. They gave our children yard birds: An eagle, a cardinal, with those wings that twirl, and a goose with a long metal neck that bounced in the wind...
The Red Fox moved with us, from Fargo, ND, to Sidney, MT, to Hereford, TX, to Dalhart, TX & Riverton, WY -- until we moved back home to Fargo last year.
I have 33 Animals On Wheels so far, but only one seal. I have them in the office and I just turned to see what is there. Omigosh, they always amaze me. I have a cow & sheep from Hereford,Tx -- more cows live there than people, really. Most people (family, friends, casual visitors) don't really notice them, which is why I probably don't have a gazzilion of them.
I have a koala, as in bear. But it's not a bear, that's always annoyed me. It's not a bear -- he only has three wheels, he's trikoala!