I have actually.He's right there; on the front of the book. That smiley chap with the furry ears. Ask me another one.
Okay, so it isn't exactly geared to the tastes of a 28 year old women, but you can see the attraction, right?
No, neither can I.
In case you're not familiar, in essence, this tale takes us, over the space of eight pages, to look for a lost dog. This search involves buggering about under tablecloths and opening countless (alright, three) doors in pursuit of this canine bounder. And all the while, it turns out he was on the cover. Where we started.
Always the way, isn't it?
Yet for an eleven month old, 'Have You Seen Puppy?' is clearly an absolute revelation. The Poop has encouraged me to read it to her no less than forty three times in the past two days, and that was how many times I read it after I started counting. What you may not have factored into this equation is the fact that these recitals have had to be scheduled around the fact that over the last two days I have been in work for ten of the twelve hours Betty has been awake - which means I have read this book FORTY THREE TIMES IN FOUR HOURS OVER THE LAST TWO DAYS.
Dave's Mum, having spent sixteen hours of the last two days with Boo, was today found in the corner of the lounge, curled in the foetal position, babbling incoherently about Crufts.
In light of this new found literary interest, I have tried introducing The Poop to any one of the three hundred and seven other books she owns, but it is this inane dog conundrum that has really struck a chord. That girl is all about the hide and seek.Which, in a uniquely fortuitous twist of fate, means she is going to love growing up in our house.
Being the impressively together person I am not, I lose most stuff on a daily basis. So now I can relax, resting safe in the knowledge that Boo will undoubtedly find each misplaced thing, provided it is veiled by a thin piece of flap up cardboard somewhere around our home.
Handy. If you live in an advent calendar.