Back to last night and Bella...I find Bella in the hall chewing on a piece of once white-colored foam rubber stuff. I try to get the piece from her but that's a joke. It's a big game where she runs around the house dropping pieces of white foam and I'm a fool for ever thinking I could outwit a corgi and her prized piece of foam rubber. I play Gretel for awhile, walking through the "forest" picking up the pieces of foam. Kaffy is laughing at our game. Kaffy has a huge soft spot for Bella - hopefully it's not make out of foam rubber.
So now I'm wondering what I once owned that was this pile of foam rubber? I searched high and low for a torn covering or a shoe or a bra or a pillow or an expensive piece of lymphedema medical equipment or a knitting project but I found nothing. I'm stumped.
Years ago as a family, we owned a pair of dogs, Fang and Pretty. Fang was mellow - a short-fat German- shepherdy-corgi mix (corgis will pretty much do it with anything) while Pretty was a black lab mixed with a schizophrenic homeless guy. The moment Pretty moved in with us, our house started falling to pieces. While we were at work, both dogs (I think) ripped off and ate the window sill in the kitchen. Then they started in on the couch and every day they worked at eating more and more of the couch until there was hardly anything left. We were able to toss it into a trash can piece by piece. I didn't get upset. You can't get upset once there's a huge bite taken out of your couch. Well, I take that back. You *can* get upset though you'd be wasting precious energy when you could be knitting.
Give me your best guess as to the foam rubber pile. While you're pondering where the foam came from - I have a short, somewhat musical interlude in the form of a video of Bradley accompanied by my commanding voice.
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I'm stumped as to your foam rubber but I would definitely look BEHIND/UNDER things.
I say this because we lived under the assumption for 8 years that our beloved cat Stripes was not a scratcher/furniture destroyer. Until we were moving and Mr. Helen moved the sofa in the family room away from the wall... the entire back has been shredded into confetti and Stripes had begun to pull out the stuffing. Good thing we were throwing that sofa out.
ha! love Bob the Builder - interesting to hear your voice too :)
foam? who cares? my cats would get on well with Bella - they destroy everything! and I don't care...
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Did you own one of those memory foam pillows? (please note past tense) That's my guess, anyway.
I had a baby poo-covered boy once. But at least he was in his crib so the damage was contained to the wall, crib and himself. Gawd, babies are gross!
Well, I have a few guesses: foam slipper (or house-shoe as we call them), trim on your sofa or chair (better look along the bottom), or one of Bradley's stuffed toys ;)
And speaking of Bradley, he's to cute for words! It was nice to hear you both.
I love a good mystery :)
No worries about the book, really! It was very nice of you to offer though.
hmmmmm COUCH COUCH??
around here anyway (may my bullmastiff rest in peace. took me eons to find the tiny hole...)
The foam looks like it used to be kinda round - does that help?
Bradley definitely has a future in opera! (or perhaps musical comedy....)
I had a dog once that chewed the black rubber bumper off my Alpha! That was impressive..and expensive!
Yes, funny how it is in retrospection (a real word? who knows? who cares) when you recall the calm or silence before discovery of destruction by toddlers or dogs.
Growing up, I was big sister to twin sisters. The entire household learned (the hard way, of course) to be attuned to when the twins were quiet. Too quiet. Lets just say they had to have their stomachs pumped twice. Really. Double trouble, indeed.
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