penis, we've been close since birth and it travels with me where I go.
papers... stacks and stacks of papers. Nursing school is to trees what the industrial age was to trees...
My pooch (seriously??? You went *there*? I meant my 7-year old shitsu-bijon).
My Pretty Kitties = they're my boys and I love them :)
puppy--well, he's 13.
Well there's this 'puter.
If that doesn't count, then I'll say a pen.
pens, pencils, photo's