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Meet Foo Foo. He is the object of Cooper’s desire.
Last summer we built the Taj Mahal of decks in our back yard. It covers 2/3 of the yard leaving a mere postage stamp of grass in it’s wake. This small patch has become home to Foo Foo and Mama Foo Foo. (For all we know there is a Foo Foo 1 and Foo Foo 2 and Foo Foo 3 and they all keep standing in for each other.) They are enjoying the luscious greens that we planted new last year and apparently the Taj Mahal of decks is also the Taj Mahal of bunny holes. They’ve got an 850 square foot palace to call home!
Any hoo, poor Cooper is just taunted by their existence. He spends his evenings frantically running back and forth between the french doors of my studio and the french door in the kitchen watching their smorgasbord.
At least the boy is getting smarter. It used to be that we’d open the back door and he’d tear out of the house trying to catch Foo Foo. (Pipe dream!) Now he quietly slinks out the back door waiting for his prey to get into a prime position. He’s become quite patient and he’ll sit quietly for minutes on end. Waiting. THEN the chase is on. Still a pipe dream, however because Foo Foo has an exit at every turn.