When my youngest daughter was a very little girl she got a pink doll from Santa. It was in a fuzzy snowsuit all but the face. we named it Fuzzy Dolly but she was just learning to talk and it would come out as Huzzy Dolly. My husband and I laughed when she would say that but my Mama thought it was a terrible thing that we didn't correct her. She turned out okay anyway. lol Recently she found that a good friend of her's also has a doll like that and has saved it all these many years so she took a cute picture of the two dolls hugging. I couldn't get it to post here so I will post the poem I wrote several years ago about Huzzy Dolly.
Huzzy Dolly arrived on Christmas morn, she was the sweetest baby doll ever born.
She was cute and cuddly in her little pink suit, sticking her head out from under the other Christmas loot.
Lynda loved the doll that was so fuzzy, but she couldn't talk too well so it came out Huzzy.
She loved her so much she took her everywhere. Of all her toys she held Hussy especially dear.
At bedtime she just had to be found, then Lynda could sleep without a sound.
We gave her a bath and hung her to dry. Lynda was brave and tried not to cry.
Hussy turned out as good as new, then Lynda smiled and wasn't so blue.
When Lynda left home she came back to retrieve, her beautiful pink Hussy Dolly she just couldn't leave.
Now Huzzy Dolly is old and a pitiful sight, but Lynda will always remember the comfort Huzzy gave her at night.