I think of him when I walk around in my garden / chore flip flops
I think about him when I look to prepare said garden and wonder 'how does one fill a hole to china?'
I think about him when I realize where my peanut butter disappeared to
Or that mysterious bag of chips...
I think of him when I look at my remaining carpet
And random ball spots all over my walls...
And I think of him because of the MANY times he makes one of my shoes disappear; but, fuzzy or not...
He IS my favorite boy.
5 comments:
this blog is fun to wake up to with your morning coffee. hey it just hit me. you're finally writing a comic strip. duh debby. i remember wanting to write one of you and bear in your old escort.
this is priceless t.k. :) xxoo
Oh Kody...you just can't help but love him.
Mine too!!!
Isn't it amazing how they become so involved in our lives. We had my stepdaughter over on the weekend, so when I was getting ready for work Sat. morning, I couldn't walk around naked or in my undies like I usually do while doing all the make-up & hair stuff - I had to put on my bathrobe. Well, you know who has taken to lying on it all the time or balling it up and using it for a pillow, so it smelled like dog, was full of cookie crumbs and hair. Even though it was stinky and itchy, I loved it!
I would give Kody and big ole wet kiss on the nose if I could:-)
Great job on the pics and descriptions!
Robin
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