Blankie

Katie has never had a tried and true favorite toy or object. She may prefer a particular toy for a few days, but then she moves on to a new toy without a problem.  Katie has always been very confident so she doesn't need anything in which to hold to feel secure. Some of my mom friends have children that fall apart if their favorite object disappears or breaks/tears. So we are fortunate because we don't have that type of drama in our life . . . until now . However, the neurotic one is not Katie. It is Cody. A while back Rick had brought home a burgundy American Airlines blanket. Cody claimed the blanket as his own and took to carrying it with him. Today I was doing laundry and the blankie was in dire need of a wash. When I picked up the blanket the first thing Cody did was grab the other end. He wanted to play tug-of-war. He had a strong grip on the blankie but I managed to pull him over to the washer and finally get it out of his mouth. I quickly put the blankie in the washing machine and you should have seen the look on his face. It was shock and horror and a "No, you didn't just do what I think you did" look. His eyes were bright and big as a 50 cent pieces and his ears were at attention. When I closed the lid on the washer, he proceeded to bark and bark and bark at me. I guess he was demanding that I remove his blankie. Thankfully he calmed down and blankie made it through the wash and dry and is now safely by his side as he sleeps. This episode got me to thinking. I had picked up his blankie a two days ago and put it in the hamper. I am quite certain that he was so stressed about his missing blankie that he ate my kitchen floor.

Here's Cody with his blankie. We should have called him Linus after the blanket-carrying Peanuts character.

 Love

This picture makes me laugh because of his tongue.

Carrying blankie into the bedroom

I know I rag on Cody a lot about not being as intelligent as Eric or Max, but in reality he is smart. For example if I tell him to get a toy, he'll scamper off to find one and come back with it; he listens to "No"; he won't continue pointless barking if I hold his snout closed for a few seconds and he knows how to sit and lay down. I think it is his quirks like his need of his blankie that have me thinking he is a dunderhead.