So, last night l had Mr. Buddy going with the WINDOW OPEN, and Charley walks by Mr. Buddy a bit too close. I see a puff of smoke and the smell of burnt hair. I guess Mr. Buddy has a bit of a bite, and Charley went a little too close.
Charley seemed none worse for wear. Kept on about her business.
Then this morning l turned on the Mr. Buddy, who is on the floor and curl back up in bed until the chill is off. Well, that was the plan anyways. Instead l have this over whelming smell of burnt hair again. Only this time it's Tommy. I look over and he is sitting in front of Buddy, not even noticing that his ass is on fire. Okay - not on fire, but pretty freaking close!
I quickly shoo him away and turn off the heater. I grab the big guy and look at him, his rump is a bit singed. I brush off his crispy hair, it was just the top coat. His undercoat is fine and not damaged. I guess l now know that he has built up a fine thick coat for the cold weather.
I need to find a new spot for Mr. Buddy. I think he will be put back up on the stove. I was enjoying the warmth on the floor, but it is too dangerous for the kids.
It's bad enough that they live in a van, l can't have them burnt bald.