Not for the Squeamish!

When I was young I had two favourite toys. A monkey and a little walking donkey. Both belonged to the little person but he ‘donated’ them to me.

The monkey had a red bow tie (for a little while) and had a smiley face, which was nice. I loved him and chewed him a lot. Unfortunately, monkey was not very strong and the tall person confiscated him when his insides began to spill out. He said he would make him better but I never saw monkey again. I like to think he went back to the jungle.

My other favourite toy was a little walking donkey. It actually walked and made a noise. I was a little scared of it to begin with but soon realised that it wouldn’t bite back and I could easily knock it over. After that it was fair game. I discovered that it was good to chew and over time I dismembered that little walking donkey, piece by piece, until only the head was left. I’ve kept the head for sentimental reasons.  I often think of little walking donkey – he helped me much when I was teething.

Ah, memories of puppyhood………

Forget Where’s Wally – Where’s Bassa?

Here I am, on Mr. Parrot’s balcony. As I was good yesterday lovely De has allowed me into the toy room again. I am really enjoying it but can’t fully relax because I think I could be ordered out at any moment but as long as I’m good I should be okay.

I do admit to one small misdemeanour this morning. I ate one very small part of one of the plants that live on the balcony. I couldn’t stop myself. Fortunately, the tall person and not De, found it. He told me off and said I must be good or he will tell De and the toy room and Mr. Parrot’s balcony will become the forbidden zone again. I must fight my instincts!

Mr. Parrot’s balcony is much better than my balcony at the top of the stairs above the yard. It’s not as big but it has a great view of the street and I can see everyone and everything that passes by. The neighbourhood children wave at me and call my name, which is nice.

Can you see me on the balcony in the picture taken from the street?

I have decided to re-name Mr. Parrot’s balcony. I want it to be known as Bassa’s balcony. I shall put my proposal to the tall person and De later today. I hope they will agree!