Good evening, Everybun!
We're doing well and still have a whole lot of this really lazy bunday left on our paws.
We had a good break from the biped yesterday, and today it swung the other way. Endless head rubs, onning on and on about everything and nothing, religion and politics; nothing was safe or spared. Before the sub-q fluids, Charlie started to groan, "Oh, for Bun's sake, just stab me already!" It's a good thing the sorry sod mended his way about the veg, or he would let us clear farmer's stand of greens and bunnanas. Instead, we got apple sticks, and head rubs. Thump!
Yeah, the new routine is more agreeable with our gizzards.
Last night we arted a tiny bit, and it wasn't that great, so we'll try to make up for it tonight. The meatbag was trying to get everything done early, so when we commence the evening galevanting, there will be nothing left to do but hang out with us, some paper and pencils.
When the biped returned home yesterday, he looked kinda funny. Like he couldn't keep his balance or something. I was trying to size him up to see if I need to call the glue factory. Never mind the horses - I got a semi-live one for you! They charge extra on the weekends, but whatever.
And then it hit me - he was stumbling about because his *rs was handed to him at the drawing session. Nothing came out right, so you know, with the caboose not where it was supposed to be, his center of gravity was off; completely out of the envelope, out of the normal limits. But somehow, he managed to stay vertical.
Maybe we'll all sleep on that one. It's been raining all day, and it's the perfect day to "snooz it over." After all, we need to be rested for tomorrow's trip to Dr. Zellner for Charlie's bladder expression. Keep your paws crossed for us.
Good night and good luck!
- Gus
