Thursday, July 31, 2008
Confessions of a Wuffler
Hello, my name is Bear. I am a Wuffler.
I've been a Wuffler since I was but a wee puppy. You see, it's just what I do.
I wuffle. I snuffle. I snort, grunt and wuffle some more.
I wuffle in my sleep.
I wuffle while I beg for cashews. Dry roasted only, please. I am a picky wuffler.
I wuffle with Bitty.
I wuffle when I chew on my friend the dolphin.
I wuffle when I itch my ears. And my legs. And my butt. Especially my butt. I love to wuffle during a good butt scratch.
I wuffle during bathtime.
I wuffle during snuggle time.
Oh, I do love to wuffle. I wuffle just thinking about wuffling. It just feels so good. Wuffle, wuffle, wuffle. Why don't you try it too?
He does like to wuffle. It's true.
Ode to wuffling and how I love thee. I would wuffle all the time if people let me. Wuffle, wuffle, wuffles for me!
If you are a chronic wuffler, please call 1(800)-WUF-FFLE. No one should have to wuffle alone.