Everybloggie. Listen up. SIT. And let me begin at the beginning. When I got a fabbie present from my sweetie Toffee for Valentines Day.
A cute card chock full of love. Along with a Heart Tag, engraved all special (for my eyes only.. blush) Plus this cool as a cucumber Retropup. With cowboy fabric ears!
Would you believe it?? He's the spit of me and my wiry pals!! Even had a label with a picture of us on him. He's my favourite orange too. (Asta! Sorry. Please don't look I know you'll be sooo jelly) I LOVE LOVE LOVE that Retropup. Blogging brilliant choice Toffee!!! Nothing could be nicer. Well. Apart from Toffee in the parcel. Thing was. Mom loved him too. Ccooing and ooohing.
So I took him to my blanket for safety. Now one minute I was operating on Retropup. In fact I was at a crucial stage of surgery. You'll know it Nursies. Performing the delicate opening of his trachea to remove his squeak box. When SWwoo Oooop. Square Mom snatched him away. Without even a please or thank you. Muttering she didn't want to see him hurt. Made me mad. And wagging worrried. Had to ask kittie bro' to flush him out. Otis found him. Cast your pies on where my Retropup is.....
ONLY ON THE WHEELIE STUFFIE SHELF. Posing. Up there with them pesky old sepia stuffies. THAT SHOULD RIGHTFULLY BE MINE. For taunting. Teasing. Tearing to pieces. Golly. Gosh. The deception bloggies. HURTS. S'pose I'm going to have to face it. Square on. Take a look-see. MOM'S A STUFFIE RUSTLER!!!!!
Been rounding them stuffies up. Cracking the whip. Taking pot shots with her flag pop gun. As if they were hers!!! Know what? From now on I'm planning on giving each and every one of my future stuffies some serious clicker training on recalls. Soon as they enter my house. Advise you to do the same.
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