Friday, December 08, 2006

Daddy's Boy

Uschi is broken,... you just need to get near him and his substantial motor kicks on, filling the room with a low rumble. He then rolls his head under and soon his belly is exposed and his paws start kneading the air. He has liked having his belly pet ever since he was just little. Uschi, unlike T, doesn't knead blankets or while standing, he only kneads the air. If he makes eye contact, he often gives a loving look and meows, sometimes silently, sometimes not so much.

Hi, daaad,...

you can pet my belly,...

thats a good spot,...

that's a good one too.

How about a little shoulder rubbin'?!

You're my Daaaad,...

Okay back to the belly,...

Yesss, that's good,...

pet my quad,...


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1 comment:

Tory said...

Hahahahahaha! Dax does the same thing!! He'll flop over at your feet with his belly up begging to be rubbed. It's so cute, how can you say no?!

We blow "raspberries" on his belly too. He looks at us like we're insane, but we know he loves it ;)