|Charlie, "Nope, no sir - there's never ever any panic at my disco!"
|Espresso, "Yeah, you have to re-chin your stuff from time to time - and this is like chinning it a bunillion times."
|Gus, "Yes, for us in La Florida, every night is like a midsummer's night's dream garden of eatin'."
Everybun is doing well. We're noming and pooping like the furry little beasts that we are. So as you can imagine, the rest is gravy. The raspberry-bunnana kinda gravy, of course.
The plan for this weekend is very simple: we loaf and the hoomin chores. I mean, that wall ain't gonna paint itself. He had a day off last weekend - that's enough. OK, maybe I'll spare him a pose or two later 'cause the sod will be all whiny that I don't let him art.
We'll keep you posted!