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.