Good evening, Everybun!
It's been a quiet day. My hoomin convinced himself Charlie was in some kinda trouble yesterday and his marbles were popping out.
I sayz, "Well, what you need to do is make an appointment for yourself and have your brain bladder expressed. Maybe get that brain stone you've been passing softened up a little. Have that worry grid flushed out. Let me get one of my shivs and see if I can let some sub-q fluids out of you!? It may help; you never know. Cause, you know - you never know."
Well, he brought out extra treats, and I shut up. But my offer still stands!
Even Buntie Susan came out to assess his mess, and yes, he was mostly off his rocker.
That said, we cleaned up today's breakfast like there was no tomorrow. So, he's convinced things are better today. And boring.
Yes, there will be arting tonight again.
Good night and good luck!
- Gus
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