Babe Magnet

Recently I've been feeling the love from three very important ladies who saw fit to grace me with some goodies from afar. Girl Girl, my best hammie bud, Ruby Bug my sweet and sassy California girl, and Suki my sizzling Florida cutie. Get a load of how much they showered me with love via post.

This one of my fave photos of Girl Girl. She looks like one tough hammie, but is as sweet as can be!

Her package winged its way to me all the way from SingaPaw! I dug right in when I sniffed out that it was from my hammie pal!

I'm an expert with these mailing envelopes.

Just a couple of more moves and the goodies will all be mine.

Aha! Success is seconds away.

First I unearthed some tasty Salmon treats.

Then I pulled out a bunch of love gifts! See the cool banana I'm wearing? That's a gen-u-ine SingaPaw banana! And, look at the rest of the goodies she sent. I got a squeaky donut and a cute furry Airedale stuffie. (My hooman girl claimed possession of the stuffie... for now).

The best part was Girl Girl's note to me.

I was really eating it up, literally and figuratively!

Girl Girl!!! You are the best buddy to me! I love you. Thanks for the tasty snacks, the squeaky and stuffie toys, and the amazing fashion accessory. I think of you when I wear it (and those Salmon snacks, incidentally, were gone in like 5 minutes ~ I scarffed them down)!

The next beauty in my bevy of gift givers was my lovepup, Ruby Bug! Doesn't she just look like sassiness dogified?

She sent me this big ol' box. Once I smelled my lovepup had sent it, I tore right in!

I started sytematically unpacking the box! (It was pretty full).

The first thing I pulled out was this dog tag. Evidently, I'm a BABE MAGNET! (She's got that right. Just look who's sending me packages).

Then I fished out this deliciously fabulous Orbee ball of the WHOLE WORLD! I had no idea that the world was so minty fresh smelling.

I can't even begin to list all the amazing stuff I found in that box (it would be a little embarrassing to admit). There were even prezzies for Merv and my hooman girl too! It was a ball-themed box of love, and here I am with most of my toy haul and some of the incredible snacks that were tucked in among the balls.

Ruby Bug! You humble me with your love. I'm so happy you are mine! I think of you everytime I play with one of my new balls or eat one of those delicioso snacks. I soooo love you, girlie! I especially cherish your card and love note, but won't be sharing the details of those here. A guy has to maintain some privacy.

On the very same day my package from Ruby came, there was another big box sitting on top of it just waiting for my loving attention. It was from my spicey little Love Pug, Suki. Just look at that tongue! This is one of her trademark expressions!

Of course, I had to dig right in. The box was big enough I wondered if Suki Girl had tried to send herself to me.

I worked my package-opening magic on the box extra quick. Had to get her out!

No Suki (sigh), but she did send me this cute little lambie guy and a whole cannister of squeaky tennis balls! They'll do in a pinch, but it's just not the same as snuggling up to Suki herself.

Then I found this. It's the LOVE HOUND! (I see where you're going with this, Suki). This is what the Love Hound looked like in pristine condition.

I attended to loving on my new Love Hound with all my goober might.

And, this is what he looked like 30 minutes later. Poor Love Hound.

Even though I totally gooberized him, I love him still, and think of, you, Suki whenever I pull all his parts together and lie down on him. Thank you, Suki Girl! Just know that the gooberized condition of your Love Hound is evidence of my love for you!

There was also a boatload of great snacks and a love note from Suki, but hey, that's pawsonal.

This is the face of one goob who KNOWS he is loved. Everytime I look at any of the sweet goodies I received, they only serve as reminders of the great hammie friend, and two lovepups I am fortunate enough to have in my life! Does that make me a babe magnet or just one lucky goober?

Love,

Stanley