That Crazy Chewy

There’s a short stack of random things behind our couch, and Chewy likes to sit on top of that pile sometimes and stare at the back of our heads. (Also, there used to be a rocking chair there and it tore up that wall! D’oh!)

Chewy saw my pile of wrapping paper the other day and thought to himself, “I bet she needs my help!” And so he laid his ass smack in the middle of my work area. That’s my Chewy, always thinking of others first. (We bet you can’t guess what the big red package is!)

After all that helping he was plumb tuckered out, so he found a comfy spot and officially changed his name from Mr. Chewy to Mr. Adorable!

After that there was really nothing left to be done but a little bit of bathing…

a little bit of box-sitting…

and a whole lot of glaring at things (mostly me).