Okay, I know the moon isn't really full right now. But how else can I explain what happened yesterday night? It had been a while since the big bad wolf inside our little sweet boy had graced us with his presence. So long, that I hadn't even thought the possibility of a stuffing snowstorm might actually be in the forecast when we went rifling through the drawer beneath our washer, tiny chumley's drawer of forgotten treasures.
"Gingerbread man?", I asked, holding the noseless toy high enough above the drawer for Baxter to see.
no. not today thank you, his eyes did say as he tippy pawed with neck craned into the drawer in hopes of scoping out things a little faster.
"Cheetah?"
nope, not interested. what else u got?
"Surely you don't want this guy," I said, holding up Mr Sheepy and squeezing him to show how he no longer squeaked.
Tiny chumley's head pulled back, and his eyes grew as big as saucers. oh yes please. that one!
And the rest, as they say, is chupacabra history.
7 comments:
I agree - it's the moon! Hildy shredded a new toy !
Coo coo!
:-)
Nancy & Hildy
Must be da m00n! Owwww~!
RIP, Mr. Sheepy.
Oskar
Rest in Pieces Mr Sheepy!
ah-rooooooooo! hee, mr sheepy may be in pieces, but he ain't gonna get any rest from me! though i am sorely disappointed that mom took away that crunchy plastic thingy inside him that i pulled out. she says it was his squeaker, i say it was my coveted reward!!
Baxter!
Looks like you had one of those "destuffing" days, right?
Kisses and hugs
Lorenza
Oh the sweet, sweet joy of destuffing a fuzzy friend. It is something to savor and enjoy. Glad to you had so much fun.
Dottie and Alven
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