King Kong
Mommy is always ranting and raving about my Kong toy. She likes it for a few reasons. One, it's made of strong rubber that I can't destroy in 5 minutes like I can the stuffed toys I like so much. Two, she can stuff it with some of my can dog food and freeze it. When she gives it to me (before bed and before she leaves for work in the morning), I spend at least a half an hour trying to get the food out. Finally, she likes it because I like it.



















Then I settled for just sitting and waiting.


Then, the bedroom.
Finally it dawned on me: She was looking in all of my favorite places to be! She was looking for ME! All she had to do is look at my newest favorite spot:
I like it better when the chair is up near the computer desk, but mommy's learned not to leave the chair without pulling it away from the desk first (she tends to eat there, so I like to look for crumbs. Or paper. Or pencils, or ... well, you get the idea). Speaking of ideas, mommy warned be to beware of things to come:
Anybody care to guess what she's talking about? All I know is that she was looking at the tv when she said it!










