Chewy has taken to calling me ‘Belly Bully’…just because I
happen to push him around with my belly.
I can’t help that it sticks out there and happens to be effective with
guiding him where I want him to go.
The other day I was eating a piece of cake (no judging – it was
delicious). A small piece fell to the
ground and I couldn’t find it, neither could Chewy. I’m at the stage where my reaction to this
is, “Well, I’m sure if will get stuck to a sock or something later.” Yes, I gross myself out. I’ll be a cleaner person again soon. Annnyway…so fast forward to a day or maybe an
hour later, I’m helping myself to another little piece. I see a crumb begin its descent from the
bottom of the cake to the kitchen floor.
I thought, “not today, crumb.” I
stuck out my belly, redirecting this crumb from its current course to landing
on the counter. Findable, reachable, and
overall cleaner. I picked the crumb up
and threw it in the sink.
Chewy had been watching these events. He asked me if I seriously just belly bullied
a piece of cake. I told him I preferred to
think of it as skadooshing the cake.
Needless to say, I've done it at least one more time since this first happened.
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