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B.O.F.
Vignettes
The
B.O.F. Puzzle
Okay,
so I admit I cannot get out of the pet supply without picking up
some new fluffy toy or plaything for my B.O.F., Kira-bean. (I
wonder if there is a 12-step program for that....) And she loves
those squeakies.... gets all excited so her butt is moving to a
different rhythm than her front and her head is bobbing up and
down.... (The squiggle butt stage, doncha know?) And I also
know that this is a very smart beanie-baby cuz she figured out how
to turn the bumble ball on the second time she played with it.
Now Della-brat waits around for Kira to turn it on so that the
barking can begin...what joys.
My
point is Kira has a wonderful assortment of pretty and education
playthings and I was wondering if someone can tell me why she
insists on picking soda cans out of the recycling bin to carry
around?
A
Little Help
It
would seem that my Bundle of Fluff, Kira-Bean, found a Ziploc
freezer bag full of Charlie Bear treats in a canvas carryall.
She chewed on it and bit it to no avail...those little baby teeth
just could not tear open that tough plastic.
Eventually
she carries the bag in, drops it at my feet and steps back
expectantly as if to say "Mom, can you give me a hand with
this?"
Joyce
Becherini (giggling behind my hand at my B.O.F.)
Kira,
Where Are You?
Here
I was this morning, listening to soft and soothing music....
drinking my first cup of coffee of the day...perusing my mail and
thinking all is right with the world when my tranquility is
shattered by a thunk! A thunk mind you!
So
I look around and realize that my ever-loving BOF (That’s bundle
of fluff for those not in the know) Kira-bean is missing from the
study. KIRAWHEREAREYOU????????????? Oh no, what has she done
now. I look through the French doors and there she is sitting
on the middle of the coffee table. Angelic she is.... so
sweet, so inquisitive, so innocent. Sitting right in the
middle of the coffee table...right in the midst of...hmmmmmmm right
where my vase of daisies used to...OH geeze.
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