This little fella, aka “Bubby or Bubbia” desperately needed a wash and I knew Chevy would not agree, so I snuck him onto the clothesline after a good thrash around in the machine in the nude (pants next to him thank god – we lost his t-shirt years ago. And this would be a whole other post if there were no pant’s as Chevy is rather obsessed with everything’s anatomy!). I brought him inside after drying and presented him to the boss of the house (a 3 year old) and he grabbed him with a smile, sniffed him and said “oh I love him”. The preciousness of that exclamation made my day. He really does love his “Bubbia” unconditionally 🙂
