Blow-up Chuck

 Pooky-Bear is fending for herself while I work nights, so I got her a Blow-up Chuck for company. She was angry at first, but is coming around. 

Blow-up Chuck will apparently watch a movie on the couch with her without all of my silly comments that “ruin it.” 

And unlike me, Blow-up Chuck will wave from the porch at neighbors passing with their dogs, at least on windy days.

But “Mr. Wonderful” must have sprung a leak. I’m guessing this because Pook says she has to re-inflate him every night at bedtime (you wouldn’t believe where they put his valve)!

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