I remember watching Shari Lewis and Lambchop when I was a girl. I made my son watch her on public tv when he was a boy. The “song that never ends” was stuck in my head more days than I can count.
I heard an interview with Shari Lewis. She said she would order lambchops at a restaurant just to see the horror on the waiter’s face. I like her.
Lambchop has a new ‘life’ of sorts at my house. Lambchop is by far the cheapest stuffed toy I can order for my dogs on Chewy.
They love her. Texas bites at Lambchop’s feet and brings me the squeakers as gifts when he removes them. Sweetie tears off Lambchop’s face one bit at a time (I worry about that dog). Every time she walks by the doll, she shakes Lambchop to make sure she is dead. They both pull out stuffing (thankfully they don’t eat it), play tug of war with each other, and toss and chase the faceless, footless carcass around the living room. Sometimes they sleep with Lambchop’s remains. Lambchop keeps them out of trouble.
It takes months for them to completely destroy a Lambchop. When the toys get too disgusting, I order two more – about six Lambchops are sacrificed here every year.