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Gus |
Good evening, Everybun!
Speaking of late September, it looks like the two blobs in the Atlantic are going to duke it out over open water. That's great news for us, but is that normal? OK, I'll stop, just not to jinx it.
For the second time in a row, my hoomin kept me away from Charlie during our routine, morning cookie celebration. Sometimes I growl at her, or head-butt her, and my biped thought I'm getting too out of paw. But there are cookies around, and once a murderizer always a murderizer, right? He says he doesn't mind if I go for a cookie and get his leg with my teeth or something, but Charlie is off-limits.
And you know what!? That biped bum talks a good loafing game. But did he loaf with us yesterday? No, no, he did not. And this morning, he discovered that the bed can have all four wrong sides. Yes, he did. Then his back went out. Serves him right! Now he's promising that all will be alright because we'll art tonight. What do you wanna bet we won't!?
Good night and good luck!
- Gus