See that silly looking tangle of brown fur next to me on the pillow? That is Boyd. He is my new soft friend. He is supposed to look like an ostrich or something, so JK and Mr. Wolf called him "Bird" for a while. But since everything in our house eventually gets a silly name, they started calling him Boyd instead.
I love Boyd. I love to tear his eyes off of his head, I love to thrash him around in my mouth, I love to bite and bite and bite his stomach and make him make the SQUEAK! sound. But I will never do those things when JK has her camera out. I will only sit nicely next to him and try to look shy. JK knows that as soon as she puts her camera away, I will go back to trying to violently tear him to shreds.
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