Share Your #SnoopyStories

We know you have a favorite memory of America's favorite beagle, and we want to hear it!

Share Your #SnoopyStories

On October 4, 1950, a scruffy pooch wagged his way through his first syndicate appearance and into the hearts of readers everywhere. More than 60 years later, that same Snoopy has transcended the strip to become an iconic beacon of joy, with countless toys touted and family traditions formed in his spirit. For many, his very presence is emblematic of the blissful, carefree nature of childhood.

In other words, everyone has a Snoopy story. And we want to know yours. In fact, we’re giving away sets of eight Peanuts ebooks to our favorite storytellers. To enter, post your story, video, or photo on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram; tag Feed Your Need to Read; and use the hashtag #SnoopyStories.

To get your nostalgic juices flowing, we asked some of the staff here at Feed Your Need to Read to share their beloved beagle memories, and the results were overwhelming!


As a kid growing up in California, my brother and I used to host afternoon roller skating parties in our garage (BYOS: bring your own skates). We would put on the album Disco Duck and treat the neighborhood kids to sno cones via the Snoopy Sno-Cone Maker. My brother would play bartender, and it was my introduction to the art of hosting a party and of keeping guests both entertained and happy. These are skills I have honed and brought with me into adult life thanks to the Snoopy Sno-Cone Maker. With summer approaching, I am now considering ordering one of these for my Fire Island house. —Stuart Smith


Snoopy Sno-cone Machine


My mother has a green-and-white-striped cloth bag with Woodstock strutting jauntily in the foreground. It is the one image that connects all my childhood memories. I can see it now, flung onto the backseat of the car on road trips; half-buried in the sand on our weekly excursions to the beach; dangling from my mother’s shoulder, stuffed with baby products, as my brother is coaxed into eating. There was a time I would plead with her to put it away, and then I left for college and forgot all about it. I was home a few months ago and, on our weekly trip to the beach, I hopped into the backseat to find the bag tossed next to me. It was a little more faded and a little worse for wear, but there was Woodstock, beaming up at me and, suddenly, all was right with the world. —Sakina Esufally


I was a snoopy fanatic. Everything from the smaller snoopy and Woodstock stuffed animals to my favorite piece, a mini colored pencil case that was about 2-inches tall. —Rachel Chou


I watch Charlie Brown Christmas every year like a religious tradition. As a kid/teen I would find out when it was airing and write it on the calendar, and that night everything would stop for half an hour, so I could park myself in front of the kitchen television. My absolute favorite part was when Snoopy kissed Lucy, she freaked out, and he made the most adorable little “blaaaah” noise. Now with 30 years of experience, I can practically recite it, and my very patient husband sits and listens as I say every line along with my DVD. —Emi Lotto


A Charlie Brown Christmas

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