My 11-year-old's influence shows...

[Ryan's Bluey]

Hi! This is Jen (Ryan's Mum) about to tell the story of Ryan and HIS Bluey... true tale...

Ryan is your typical 11 year old lad, into everything. His Bluey is a trickster too, and together they find all KINDS of things to get up to... running through the trees for random coins, popping in on unsuspecting pets via the cafe and soaping them up, deciding they'd win more races if Bluey ran nekkid (no, Mum says, we will NOT be posting nudie pics of Bluey here, he's a minor too!)

Ryan gets to dress up his Bluey, any way he wants. His very first combo was armour but with no helmet, he settled for the tramp's tin can top hat... isn't he dashing?

A few more boyish looks soon followed - a viking, a brainiac (but crashed out, not studying, you'll note) and one he sent all his friends, entitled "!Hi em Bluey... in boooots!" in his best Antonio-Banderas-from-Shrek-2 impression:



THEN Ryan and Bluey decided they had more to do around the house... Mum had made a pleasant garden, but they added their own touches:



Now the snapping and swaying of the plants was explained, Bluey decided not to bathe until he could show Ryan how to feed the venus flytrap. He stayed dirty for days and was delighted to produce flies, but alas, the stubborn plant wouldn't pick them off!

So then, being dirty, Bluey started having "accidents" all over the house. But not having left a Mystery litterBox for poor Bluey to use, Ryan simply tucked them into one corner of the bathroom, in the hopes that the next week's items in DIY might include a toilet.

No luck. So, having a fresh crop of steaming byproduct, and still wishing to feed the recalcitrant flytrap, these silly boys fixed that corner of the bathroom right up:



So There! :-)

Note the outfit... Mum laughed and told Ryan "You fool!" when she saw the flytrap set up to eat poo. Ryan promptly added the jester's hat and the brain T-shirt and corrected Mum - No, Bluey is an evil genius. Preparing to take over the world, of course... (Narf!)

The gloves were to keep hands clean and safe from nips while feeding poo to the vicious plant. Genius indeed...