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Lovey Gets A Bath

Grammy gave "Lovey" to Riley when she was born. This large, loveable pink pooch has been through various moves and times of storage; as well as plenty of playtime with Rye. Because of all the living and loving evident in Lovey's fur, we recently took him to the local laundromat for a quick, sudsy spin and a fluffy air dry... Riley cheered Lovey on the whole way, Fisher cheered Rye on. Riley and Fisher have similar dispositions towards their stuffed friends-simply put, stuffed animals are real... and the cuter the stuffy, the more in tune with its feelings they seem to be... situations like being put in the washing machine are matters of survival, not just hygiene. It's cute ~until something tragic happens, like a severed limb    (or ear!)    or a spill over of stuffing or something... you would think we'd lost a family member in the trauma unit should something like that occur. (There was a light stuffing leakage on this day and ALL of my kids thought we'd los...

R.I.P. REPTAR

Reptar the Birthday Fish did what fish do best;  he died. REPTAR, The Dearly Departed (no worries, he's still alive in well in this candid shot from the family album) RIP~TAR,  Reptar's Stand In Think anyone will notice? Reptar went to Fishy Heaven earlier in the week and Chandler handled it well...as well as these things can be handled, anyway.  So, I'm not trying to fool him, but, there were a few double takes when he woke up to find this paper fish memorial sitting on the kitchen counter.  In his morning fogginess, he had to get right up to the bowl to be sure it wasn't a real fish.   I made this little "memorial " night light out of Reptar's abandoned bowl. ("Who said shrine?!" A shrine would have candles... it's not a shrine!) I made it because no other fish will be moving into Reptar's quarters...  we have all agreed, No More Pets! Rest In Peace, Reptar. You were a wonderful reminder of why we swore off fishy pets the last time... ....