Saturday, April 12, 2008
I kept hearing this strange, pitiful, whimpering sound every time I went through the driveway . . . then I figured it out . . . it was Bugeye! Listening carefully, I could hear something like "You don't play with ME anymore . . . new fancy schmancy Wonder Egg! . . . What's it got that I haven't got?"
I had to do something quick! I gently hooked up Bugeye to Wonder Egg while big brother Tacoma was providing the safety lookout. It was like they were always meant to be together. Bugeye flashed me a big grin and drove away telling me he had a swell time.
(Whew! Averted another family crisis!)