Bun morning, Everybun!
We're doing well. Charlie keeps on doing bunny things and keeps on loafing tucks-out.
The rest is rubbish. Like my hoomin's tar pits, the never-ending, infernal summer, and anything else you wanna throw in there.
I think we're in for a quiet weekend. My biped is trying to find new ways to hang out with us without being over-bipedding. He thinks we don't notice. Truth be told, he gets maybe thirty, forty-five minutes out of the day with us - and that's if all goes well. That's out of the entire day! I know, he should be glad he gets that. No, bun chores and sub-q fluids for Charlie don't count. Yes - he tries to make the best of it, though.
We finished the big sketch pad this week, and Charlie and I got the last page. After that, we started a new sketchpad with the official "chomp of disapproval." The sorry sod wondered which one of us made a dinner of it.
We'll keep you posted!
- Gus
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