Guest blog by Chuck

My name is Chuck. Actually, I am Chuck the Second. The first Chuck came to a terrible end:

I’d rather not comment on this, it gives me the shivers.

I am very grateful that B gives me the opportunity to share my deepest thoughts and feelings with you in this guest blog. I know I have featured in many blogs, B writing about me. This time I can give you my point of view.

My basic emotions are insecurity and fear. That isn’t nice, but it is the truth. And since I am serious about blogging, and very grateful B gives me the opportunity, I will be honest with you.  I am ever fearful that something terrible will happen to me. I should know that B does everything in her power to protect me from this, but one never knows what will happen.

Did I mention that I am very grateful that B gives me the opportunity to blog? It will do no harm to repeat that. I am, you know. Anyway,  about my second basic emotion: insecurity. I am the favorite prey of B, to be precise I am her top trophy. She takes me around the house and the garden all the time. I usually have to guess what her intentions are. I’m sure they are good, naturally, but nevertheless…. Therefore the insecurity. It depends on the situation how insecure I am. For instance, she dropped me here:

Does this mean she puts me near to the fire, so I will be cosy and warm? Or does it mean she will put me into the fire, which (I probably do not have to explain this to you) will do no good to the material I am made from?

Or this:

Does she put me here so I can have a lovely view from the top of the stairs? It could be, but I could fall too. It is a long way down! And although I am made of flexible stuff, it will hurt, bouncing all the way down – I can assure you.

Than there are the times she takes me out into the garden. That sounds nice, I can be outdoors and enjoy the sunshine. But sometimes she forgets to take me in again and I am left out in the cold and rain.

Maybe I should not feel so insecure, maybe I should just trust her and know that she loves me. Sometimes I do, you know. When she holds me close:

But then, at other times, she just drags me around the house and chews on me hard. Which is not particularly nice, even when one is made out of rubber.

That is why my basic emotions are insecurity and fear. Maybe I will explore this a little more in a next blog, if I get the chance to blog again. One never knows, of course. Sorry if this blog did not cheer you up, I know that B’s posts usually are much funnier. But that is the way it is. Life is pretty hard for a Chuck.

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