Now...I like writing in my office. I like to sit down with my cuppa and ponder my world for a few minutes (possibly for a few hours after I play a few games of Candy crush...eek!). I could sit in there all day if my life didn't drag me away...but I just don't get the chance!
No sooner am I lost in something really, really, really important or am in the middle of the masterpiece, I'm thwarted! Yes, you've heard it. Thwarted! Not by the kids (and don't they know better than to interrupt mummy's 'mummy time'? Yes they do!), not by BH, who knows that something very important is going on behind that door, and not by the phone ( just ignore it) but by the large brown bear called Peewee! He stands at the door screeching! Yes...Peewee displays vocal abilities in all manners! Peewee is a talker. More than that he's a crier. A wailer and a moaner! Baby Bear (yes, I was forced into getting another brother for the brother of another mother) on the other hand is a sweet, less vocal creature who demands attention of strangers by jumping up and licking their faces. If he can get his tongue in their mouth then it's a bonus as far as he's concerned as he bounds away after his happy slapping! Embarrassing or what?
Peewee looks all sweetness and light but he's the demander of my attention. If I don't give it...woe betide the whole household...he just won't shut up!
"Eeeeeewwww! Eeeooooowwww! Eeeeeooooaaawww!"
Seriously.
He stands in the doorway telling me he needs my attention and doesn't like me sitting locked away. It's fine when I'm standing in the kitchen or when I'm doing the ironing, but he can't stand me sitting down. Come to think of it, he doesn't really like me sitting at the kitchen table either. He thinks if I'm sitting down I should be curled up scratching his belly...and he will whine, cry and moan until I give in!
He has several different cries or squeaks. There's a certain one for the lack of water in his bowl accompanied by the raised eyebrow. There's the one when he needs to go into the garden to bark at the world. There's another when he's locked himself in the bathroom...(lovely cold floor in there but he will close the door behind him!!). Peewee just loves to talk.
He's not a bad boy, in fact I would go as far to say he's an amazing boy. He's almost human. He doesn't like anyone watching while he has a poo, so I have to turn my back. He wakes me up in the morning not with a cuppa, but his heavy load bearing down on my chest peering into my face...squeaking!
BH tells me I have him ruined. Not for me! I give in for him. I do it all for the loves of my life. Without me, they'd all have to run hither and thither for our talking pet.
They're so lucky I pick up the slack and the cr@p!!!
No sooner am I lost in something really, really, really important or am in the middle of the masterpiece, I'm thwarted! Yes, you've heard it. Thwarted! Not by the kids (and don't they know better than to interrupt mummy's 'mummy time'? Yes they do!), not by BH, who knows that something very important is going on behind that door, and not by the phone ( just ignore it) but by the large brown bear called Peewee! He stands at the door screeching! Yes...Peewee displays vocal abilities in all manners! Peewee is a talker. More than that he's a crier. A wailer and a moaner! Baby Bear (yes, I was forced into getting another brother for the brother of another mother) on the other hand is a sweet, less vocal creature who demands attention of strangers by jumping up and licking their faces. If he can get his tongue in their mouth then it's a bonus as far as he's concerned as he bounds away after his happy slapping! Embarrassing or what?
Peewee looks all sweetness and light but he's the demander of my attention. If I don't give it...woe betide the whole household...he just won't shut up!
"Eeeeeewwww! Eeeooooowwww! Eeeeeooooaaawww!"
Seriously.
He stands in the doorway telling me he needs my attention and doesn't like me sitting locked away. It's fine when I'm standing in the kitchen or when I'm doing the ironing, but he can't stand me sitting down. Come to think of it, he doesn't really like me sitting at the kitchen table either. He thinks if I'm sitting down I should be curled up scratching his belly...and he will whine, cry and moan until I give in!
He has several different cries or squeaks. There's a certain one for the lack of water in his bowl accompanied by the raised eyebrow. There's the one when he needs to go into the garden to bark at the world. There's another when he's locked himself in the bathroom...(lovely cold floor in there but he will close the door behind him!!). Peewee just loves to talk.
He's not a bad boy, in fact I would go as far to say he's an amazing boy. He's almost human. He doesn't like anyone watching while he has a poo, so I have to turn my back. He wakes me up in the morning not with a cuppa, but his heavy load bearing down on my chest peering into my face...squeaking!
BH tells me I have him ruined. Not for me! I give in for him. I do it all for the loves of my life. Without me, they'd all have to run hither and thither for our talking pet.
They're so lucky I pick up the slack and the cr@p!!!
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