This morning everyone in the family is chilly. Why does it keep getting cold? And only 1 and 1/2 of us doggies like the cold. Jax may like the cold but Chester doesn’t anymore, he used to love it but he is still miffed about getting a shaving.
“If he’d stop playing in mud and getting himself matted he’d have a coat.” Mind your own business M.G.
“Wait did someone say chili?” No we are all vegetarians. We strive to live cruelty free. And that means no snide comments about your brother M.G.
Now the electricity just went off and on, we don’t know why and we don’t like when this happens. There is a disturbance in the force, the TV stops making sounds and we were watching Animal Planet – Too Cute.
My friend Ku is getting rain and put on his raincoat.
Speedy asked us earlier in the week to go by his main blog, he is posting pictures of bunnies giving disapproving looks. And Speedy is getting ready for a big party to celebrate being with his mommy and daddy for 2 years. We are all happy for this cheeky rabbit and his family.
Well except the parakeets, they are very self-centered.
“If the saw the parakeets they would see Hope shunning and disapproving Happy.”
Bongo is worried no one will read his blog because of the Super Bowl and the Ground Hog.
I told him that I read his post, I read his Sunday school lesson and don’t worry about ground hogs and super bowls. Today we watch the “Cute-a-thon” and the Puppy Bowl.
“Bowl? More food! Yippee, thank you. I am dancing on my hind legs here Mom, I want a bowl of food!” “Me too!” “Me too!” “Me too!” “Stupid kids, they hear the word bowl or treat and start jumping around like idiots.”
Ambrosia, don’t call your brothers and sisters stupid. And it isn’t that type of bowl. I don’t know why they call it a bowl, they just do. We are going to watch puppies play games on TV. And those puppies need homes, just like you did before I found you.
Now the Ground Hog is named Phil and he is from Punxsutawney.
We have relatives from Punxsy but they don’t live there anymore. They probably moved because it is a difficult name to spell.
Phil has been predicting the weather since 1887. Boy oh boy Phil is old. I hope he is treated with special love and care. Phil is the official predictor of whether there will be six more weeks of winter. Apparently there are logs of unofficial ground hogs running around and looking for shadows.
So today we cuddle and watch Puppies on TV. The parakeets can watch as well but they just don’t care – they are too busy talking and singing.
And no M.G. don’t say anything. It is puppy bowl time.