|Espresso, "You're behind me, aren't you?!"|
|The bunlord was displeased last night. Espresso says he has no idea how the salaaaad bowl ended up in his water dish.|
My hoomin called me a treathead. A bun needs something after a good dinner salad bouquet! Why would he say something mean like that?! Because I scratch his feet and nip at his toes? Or because I try to take a chunk out of his backside when he tries to sit with me? He says I'm all agitated and spastic until I get my fix.
I don't know what he expects. It's not like I can get a decent smoke around here after the meal. Nor an indecent one. He says I can have a stogie in a photo shop. But we never go there! He says it's too expensive, and not penguin friendly.
I mellow out, eventually. I stretch by my hoomin, the tucks go out, and for a brief moment, all is well with the universe. Then I have some water and let him listen to my mouf slurping and my belleh making little gurgling noises. He says these are the best sounds in the world!
We'll keep you posted
PS: As much as we can, we try to say away from the monopolies of Wind*ws, Appl*s, and Photosh*ps. Linux, the aforementioned penguin, serves us well for day to day use.