Espresso, Charlie, and Gus Update

Gus, "All this doesn't go with anything, does it!?"

Charlie, "Disapproval like trees emerging out of morning fog."

Gus, "That's what happens, hoomin, when you go around the bend - you start to confuse the seasons and such!"

Espresso, "I'll have a growl of a word with you later!"

Greetings, Everybun!

It turns out it is too early in the day to make sense of the past week. Once we figure out how to hotwire a couple of leftover brain cells in our hoomin, we'll kick him out to work on the house. It's a good day for it - cool, cloudy, and he could use some time outside.

How frustrating was that past week? My best friend and murderizer went to check on our hoomin on Tuesday, and this is all he found left of him - a few lines of a fifteen-second pose.

The hoomin leftovers

We'll keep you posted!
- Gus