Wookie Love

A little ashamed I am. Upset with Chewbacca the Wookie I was today. Up on the couch he is not supposed to get, he knows. Hair all over it he leaves. And that smell! When last time on the couch he sat, five bottles of Febreze I used, and all the windows in the Jedi Temple we opened. Still, for weeks the Wookie funk lingered. Many times, slapped him with a newspaper I have, and said, "NO! Bad Wookie!" Well, this morning while out I was, over Chewbacca came. And shedding today he happened to be. Not only sit on the couch did he, but a shower he took, while here he was! Now clogged with Wookie hair the drain in the tub is. Take my regular bubble bath I can not! About to call him I was. Going to give him a major butt-chewing I was. But then, in my email this picture arrived: Now, be mad at him I can not! A call I will give him, I think. But yell at him I will not. Yell at a face like that, how can you? Thanks, Mighty Chewbacca, for the picture. PS - Young Skywalker, crying when this picture I saw, I was not! Something in my eye there was. Yes, that's it. Something in my eye. So, laughing at me you will stop!