When I was packing up and coming home to Mayfield, I decided to bring back my recently acquired Xbox 360. I had a suitcase to put it in, but I was worried about the hardware sliding around in the suitcase during the car ride home. To deter this, I packed the 360 on top of my New York Jets blanket to help keep it from sliding around. After I got home, I unpacked my suitcase (unloaded the 360 and hooked it up in my bedroom). Without thinking, I left the suitcase in the floor, open. Ashley and I laid down for a bit and then I noticed I couldn’t see Buckley in the floor. I looked around until I finally saw him:

It seems as though the little brat had decided to make my suitcase with the blanket in it his new home. Ashley immediately remarked, “Oh look at Buckley in his little Hooverville!” Don’t worry. If you are unaware as to the what a Hooverville is, you are not alone my friend. I had absolutely no idea what she meant; finally, I had to demand a definition. So for you, I will just let you read the history of the term for yourself on the almighty Wikipedia. Either way, Buckley looks absolutely pitiful in his makeshift home. Looks like a little hobo. Now I just need someone *cough* Harv *cough* to photoshop a little stick with a bag tied to the end of it for his belongings and place it in there with him. Perhaps put some patched clothing on him. Really play up the hobo angle.

Also, I’ve been trying to capture Buckley do this grin for quite awhile and I’ve finally caught it. I call it his “shit-eating grin,” as we all know how much he loves to eat poop: