woot owl

Much to his delight, it seems that lately all the packages that arrive to our house have been for the little kielbasa. So now, like bears to honey, tiny chumley will appear out of nowhere when I bring a package inside the house, gleefully circling the scene before him with nose held high in the air to take in the aromas that waft from the box as I open it.

"Something for me, I hope?", his questioning tail wags while pushing his way forward into the box for a better whiff. Boring stuff like flea medicine and heartworm chews barely register a response with tiny chumley, but toys and treats like the lovely ones we received from 3doxies yesterday bring out the woot owl in my little boy. "Wooty woot woot! Wooty woot woot! A squirrelly toy AND pupsicles!!"



If Baxter had real wings he would have flown to cloud nine and back, but as it was my little woot owl managed to sit still long enough for a couple of tyra shots before the longing in his eyes became too obvious to ignore. Clearly, it was time to put the camera down and play.

Thanks 3Doxies n Albert n Puddles n Whitney! So glad to have helped nudge you into the blogosphere! :)