Three new Wubbas

Quentin now says that Shane is living in WubbaLand. He has three old Wubbas and three new ones and a Wubba that you can stuff a cookie in and a Wubba frisbee, I can’t help it; we all love Shane and he loves Wubbas. Yesterday, I bought him a red one, a leopard print one and a bat one that is special for Halloween.

Do you know the newer Wubbas have sort of a lively, high-pitched, double squeak and the older ones, more or less, squawk? The sound of double-squeaks and squawks is music to our ears – it is the sound of Shane being happy. Of course, the music is a little off-key when it’s very early or you are very busy and he is sitting there interpreting the squeaks as “Play with me NOW.”

Summer and I went up to Mother’s to retrieve dead mice and set new traps and Shane went with us. He took his red Wubba and as we got ready to leave, we realized it wasn’t in the car with him. We drove around the back field and finally spotted it deep in grass – good thing I didn’t get him a green one. Quentin said I should have left it there since he has so many, but darn it, it was the VERY FIRST DAY he had it and my mind is such that the only reaction is: “WE ARE NOT LOSING THAT WUBBA ON THE VERY FIRST DAY!”

So, yes, we squeaked most of the way back home.