Mom got her boots all muddy while bird watching. (Personally, I don’t
understanding this fascination with watching the birds, we chipmunks are so
much cuter to watch). She brought out her boot scraper to the Woodpile to
avoiding tracking the dirt into the house (this is what humans call their
wooden burrows). She forgot to bring it back on the porch. I am always
fascinating by anything new and interesting. I spent sometime pondering what I
could potential use this for. While I was in deep thought, I kept getting this persistent
itch which wouldn’t go away no matter what I did. It was driving me crazy.
Spot dropped by and asked “Chippy, what is this? How does it
work?”
Then hit me like a ton of seeds, “This is the answer to my prayers: an itch scratcher!”
Boy does it do a nice job brushing my tail
Rubbing one side
… and the other side
… and the hard to reach spot
Soooo much better
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