A Nice Box is Good to Find

This will be the last post about my animals for little bit.

Bubba loves a nice new box. New to him at least. He needs someone else to open it up for him first. He finds one on the floor or out back by the garbage and is immediately enamoured with it. He rubs up against the sides of the box, sniffing it all over until finally just climbing right inside head first. He loves boxes.

Bubba's gets drawn in by the open flaps and ends up a hostage. He follows his nose right n and no matter how hard he scrabbles around or whacks the box of the wall using only his face his hind legs for traction he can't get out. Has to get Mommy to grab him by the ass and pull him out of the box. He's always so embarrassed.

Then he finds the next one and sometimes its a better fit, roomier inside than you would think from the outside. But still cozy. I can tell he's glad he went for it. He could have got hurt or humiliated or covered in garbage but he took the chance and until I take out the recycling, Bubba's found his box.