Good evening, Everybun!
We're doing well, and all signs point to a quiet, boring Bunday night.
The hoomin let us the whole day, without checking on us every few bunminutes, or so. Of course, he plans for today. What happened is that he stayed in bed most of the day recovering from a minor medical "thing." OK, he took a vax shot. I mean, whatever he has to do to be around and take care of us, he'll do it.
But he says it wasn't pretty. I sayz, "Well, if you're complaining, I got your sympathies right here. In the dictionary, between sh...," but Charlie butts in says, "Gus, be nice! That's not kind!"
I sayz, "Whose side are you on, Charlie!? Whos!?" She just footlicked me and jumped into the hay bin."
And to think there I was, getting my tooth ready to give it to him with that last mercy bloodletting. And she does a thing like that.
Good night and good luck!
- Gus
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