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| Gus, "Yada, yada, yada, the foster girl is doing fine." |
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| Rheya - all's well after the surgery. |
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| Rheya, "Well, hoomin, I feel mischievously fine!" |
Greetings, Everybun!
Rheya is recovering very well from her surgery. She eats and poops like a beast and is back to honing her mountain bun-goat skills, trying to get out of her enclosure. What a difference a few weeks can make.
We're keeping our eyes on a conga line of tropical disturbances in the Atlantic. It makes ya wonder what they're humming.
Other than that, we'll keep it short today. My hoomins are exhausted. The new tar pits start to sound like a line from "We won't get fooled again" by The Who. OK, it's not as bad as "Meet the new boss, Same as the old boss" but you know how it goes - once disenchanted, twice suspicious.
We'll keep you posted,
- Gus
1 comment:
Sounds like Tar Pits the world around!!! Oh boy - trouble there over the horizon. Keep the hatch batteners handy, Stockpile the bunn equialent of Snickers.
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