People care, Mother. Well, people other than you, obviously.
Sadly, Scooter (aka Bert) passed away. He was 31 years old, and while I wasn't turned out with him often, he always was a lot of fun. The humans called him a "troublemaker."
Does this look like a troublemaker to you?
The aunties are down to one house-dog, having lost two since summer from cancer. It's been a bad year for them, what with chickens and the dogs and Scooter.
Bobbie is now living in with Callie, and Belle and I are back to having the run-in for ourselves. Unfortunately, they put up NEW canvas this year instead of simply rehanging the old ones, and I find myself trapped at times because I am not sure where to exit.
I know, I know, first world problems.
You know about Uncle Jeff's visit and the fixation Mother has with the donkeys. Apparently, she now is planning to take them to events out in the world.
Mother, you will be laughed at. I hope you are prepared.
Edited to add: Dancing Donkey asked for more, more, more of the donkeys. Look here for them: The Donkey Chronicles
Thanks for the update Bif and, umm, no offense, but could we hear more about the donkeys and all the driving adventures? I'm sure a fine, big fellow like you wouldn't mind sharing your fine blog with a bit of donkey fun now and then right?
ReplyDeleteYou may have noticed, I am not the sharing type. But you bring up a good point, since THEY are doing things and I am not. Mother has decided to accommodate. http://thedonkeywhisperer.blogspot.com/
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