“When Leslie from NorCal drove him to me from Sacramento, she had a giant Tupperware that she had all of his stuff in. So the day after I got Buggy, I’m emptying the bin and went to go do laundry and there was a blanket left in the bin,” Melissa said. For Buggy, in a new environment, thousands of miles away from his trusty wooden stool rung, desperate times called for desperate measures.
“Buggy climbed into the bin, lodged his mouth on the side, and I found him sleeping like that,” she said.
“It has become a habit. It’s comforting to him,” Melissa added, “like the equivalent of a child falling asleep with a pacifier in their mouth.”