The Bunday Evening Thumps

Espresso and Charlie, "After Cookies Bunday Morning and these days every morning is a Bunday Morning."

Gus, "That X-Max - Halloween Bun Lady in the background - never - left - since - last - September! Thump!"

Good evening, Everybun!

Poof! And just like that, we're in the months ending the "R." So, from now on, when we step outside, it will be "easy peasy - chilled and breezy," right? No - what do you mean, "Give it a few months!?"

These days, we spend a lot of time just like in the "loafing" picture - nose to nose, side by side, or cheek to cheek. Charlie doesn't like to leave our sides. Unless the hoomin shows up, and she runs circles around him, trying to sucker as many cookies out of the guy as she can.

So, chillaxing is the plan for tonight and tomorrow. Last night, my hoomin finally made good on touching the paints again. He got an astonishing ten minutes of paint time  - my head is spinning now! What an incredible turnaround - what pace the sorry sod had set! And he thinks he can keep it up ;-) 

OK, I'll behave now, no - I promise.

Goodnight and good luck!
- Gus