Remembering Furgie

Remembering Furgie

When she was about six months old, I left the "tail" of a half a loaf of bread hanging off the kitchen counter. She managed to get a hold of it and she ate the whole thing. She was still pretty small and her little belly was so full that when I came home, she was just laying there on the kitchen floor like a turtle on its back waving her legs around and trying to get up so she could run over and jump on me. But she was so stuffed with bread she couldn't.