My Puffles

Okay, I have a plan that really isn't a plan. I mentioned that I wanted to pamper my puffles in a blog a few posts ago. I never got around to it, but I did start the contraption. Anyway, so I figured out how to do it.

Last night I was over at Mustang's house, and I had so much fun. I wasn't allowed to go outside, I had to stay in Mustang's room, and I had only brought puffles. Doesn't sound like much fun, huh? Well, the key words are Mustang's room and puffles. Another friend, Pickles, was there, too.

We spread out the puffles fairly evenly, then we got STUFF. Mustang would hold something up, like a blanket, a box, a pillow, puffle toys, Frisbees, that sort of thing. If I put my hand in the air, lunged for it, grabbed it, you know, showed that I wanted it, I got it. If Pickles did, she got it.

So after we had our stuff, we got to building. I put a scarf thing up between Mustang's bed and a chair. Then I draped a pillowcase over it. I set my blue puffles up on pillows with their balls. My purple puffle was alone with space to dance, my pink puffles were swimming, my yellow puffle was painting, green was flying, white was hiding, red exploring, brown calculating, orange eating, black murphing. I also had a bucket with a Frisbee holding their toys. It was awesome.

Now what does this have to do with my puffles you ask?  Well, my idea is this.

If it was fun at Mustang's house, how much MORE fun would it be for my puffles if I did it here??? I want to really badly, and I can't wait to get started.

Again, thanks for listening to me blather about puffles.