On Sunday, I had just finished washing the car when my sister dropped round, and what with one thing and another, I forgot to hide the car sponge. Over the years, Herbie's dismantled three or four, but I got wise to the habit, and started hiding the bucket and sponge.
Sunday afternoon, I realised my mistake - the living room was wall-to-wall foam chips. A whole year the little lad's been waiting for an opportunity; it's been a long time since I last forgot. Yesterday I went to Thirsk market and bought two car sponges, one for the car, and one for Herbie. At this stage in his life, if he wants car sponges...
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You are just brilliant! What a wonderful thing to do for your "little" son. If that isn't true love............
Erm, genetically, he's not my child... (but in every other respect, he *is* my boy!) He's very pleased with his prize, and has buried most of the remains under his bed :-)
I always realise my mistakes when it is too late. Of course I should have included the "son" in inverted commas!
I think it's lovely that he still wants stuff. It's brilliant! You should feel fortunate that car sponges fit the bill! (it could be much worse :o))
I always think of Yogi and Larry as my "sons". Sometimes I even think that they look a bit like me. (Just kidding - honestly :o)))
Nice gesture on your part. Since I never wash my car, I've never had any car sponges around. Buddha likes to shake and destuff small stuffed animals. I've started buying used ones at the thrift store for. They're only US$49 cents. That's much easier on my pocketbook than US$8.99 per stuffed toy at PetsMart. Besides, if I'm at the thrift store, I get to browse through the used books.
On the subject of dog owner vs. dog parent, I prefer owner. It always strikes me as a little...I don't know what to call it...when people refer to me or address me as "Buddha's mom." Buddha's mom is some Malinois or Doberman somewhere; she did all the work. I didn't have to squeeze his big head out some unmentionable part of my anatomy. But, to each his or her own--if other people want to refer to themselves as their dogs' parents, I'm not going to make faces at them or anything. It's just not for me.
I used to have a beagle who would eat sponges, so there would be no evidence of the theft when it occurred. Our only clue would be the spring rains, when our yard would come alive with small bits of reconstituted sponge bits!
That really is a wonderful gesture to do for him. Let him have fun! And take pictures so you can remember the sponge carnage.
Hope you are well,
Linda
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