Gus, "Since you had to come back and this is empty - better fill it up - and hop to it!" |
Espresso, "What!? Ya're expecting a welcome parade or something?" |
Charlie, "Just ignore them." |
Good evening, Everybun!
My hoomin used to reminisce about how everything was always better at Grandma's or Auntie's. It never made any sense to me until this week. Now I know.
My hoomins took a little vacation this past week, and Buntie Susan would check on us twice daily. We got the same cookies we always did, but why did they taste better? And that little twerp, Gus, would binky for her, and Charlie couldn't wait to go back to the living room to greet her.
Well, today we got our sorry sods back. Pfft! Thump!
Anyway, it was nice to stay home instead of getting boarded in a strange place. Had we shown any signs of distress, Buntie would have known how to help. She takes care of a bunch of disapprovers herself.
At least my hoomin missed us berry much; the night is still young, and I suspect we'll be getting bunches and bunches of head rubs and nose bonks.
Goodnight and good luck!
- Espresso