You may remember — or maybe not, it was quite a while ago — I was griping that Bugs would play solely and exclusively with his green ball.
Now? Bugs is all about pink.
I have more to say on the subject of my last post, The Law of Kindness — but after Melanie’s sad news about her loss of Romeo, I just don’t have the heart for that kind of heavy lifting right now.
Bugs and I are having “issues” anyway — so ditto re the heavy lifting. I’ll explain later.
Right now, let me hark back to several days ago, when I was drafting a post I thought, in heedless optimism, I’d call “Bugs In The Pink.” I was so happy that Bugs had re-discovered the pink bell-ball — and that he had stopped shouting at me and started to play all by himself.
I loved the determined look on his face, nicely offset by the extreme pinkness. Too cute.
Here’s a sequence of him having big fun with his pink ballie.
. . . and here’s an also-unduly optimistic shot . . .
. . . . to express how I felt when the sun was shining again, early in the morning, in one brief moment before the Arkansas summer heat slammed down.
Another diss of the green: Bugs got into the swiss chard.
You may also recall, he’s a fan of bok choy.
Bok choy’s OK. Chard’s not — too much oxalic acid. Move over, green. Here’s more on the pink theme:
My relief at any such hiatus is tempered by sadness at the loss of Romeo. RIP sweet boy.