You know, Saturday turned out quite restful. Charlie picked up her normal routine: lafed every which way, changed rooms, roamed about, and, of course, demanded treats. Talk about winning the lotto!.
The biped left to do whatever bipeds do outside, and nobunny bugged us; there were no chore noises, no incessant "checking up on us" with cilantro or such. He returned just in time for Charlie's evening meds and snacks.
For the rest of the night I heard nothing but squeals and incantations of "Charlie, Charlie" in every imaginable form every time Charlie did something, anything. Is taht how he feels all the time when he sees our pellets too!?
And today? More of the same. Except we arted more. And we're glad we didn't run off to the v.e.t yesterday. And that's all for now. I have toenails that need counting and looking at, so I have to run. Maybe I'll flop with my legs in the air, eyes open, just to see what happens.
Good night and good luck!
- Gus
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