I love that the epic struggle for the possession of the jingly toy plays out between Sadie and Finnegan even when one or the other isn't looking. Early this morning, Finn scrabbled onto the bed for treats. He was followed fairly closely by Bowie. Sadie climbed up the blanket just high enough to look over the top of the mattress, blinked, then
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At our house, once a toy starts to exude ectoplasm, it is summarily exorcised. We go through a lot of toys.
This might make you smile. We have those ugly plastic vertical blinds on the front room windows, and I had them open when I let the boys upstairs a few days ago. Hurricane Gabriel's upstairs toys had been corralled into a little basket for tidiness reasons, and he got busy taking them all out of the basket. He tucked each one into its own slot where the blinds slats were perpendicular to the wall. They were all lined up like little horses in stable stalls. Then he walked down the row and touched each one with his nose, like he was counting them. So sweet, but so odd!
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Blaze update: That crooked bottom part that made the blaze look like Finn had his missing sock stuck to his head has become more filled in and defined. Finnegan now has a distinct and unmistakable lightning bolt-shaped blaze in the middle of his head.
So much makes sense now. It's not that Sadie won't shut up with the hissing. She's just speaking Parceltongue.
I do believe a certain toy will be henceforth known as the Jingly Snitch.
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Someday you will find another ferret that answers Sadie back. And then we are all doomed.
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