First of all, some overdue pics for Misster Kitty and Didier -( who still owe us a pictorial of their trip to France *cough cough*)
Some glamour shots of a couple of ratdawgs and their new collars from Paris. WEEEE!! (or should I say OUIIII!). Ever since they got 'em they've been asking for poop sangweeches on BAGUETTES! You have created les ratdawg monstres.
Here is Farnsbarn putting his new present to good use:
Like a rhinestone cowpatty:
Y'know, I had a conversation with Ma Horton the other day, about how sometimes clothes are functional on dogs. Agreed - sweaters have their purpose in the winter. So do booties, actually. But shoes in the summer? Pants? DRESSES, EVEN?
Pu-leez. I will never do that. NEVER YOU GUYS AND YOU HAVE IT IN WRITING UNTIL I TURN CRAZY AND DELETE THIS POST IN THE ARCHIVES ANYWAY SO YOU'LL HAVE NO PROOF!
But I will let you in on a little secret. I have a secret dream to make Reggie wear a dress. I would only do it inside of course - but I would take a shitload of pictures and laugghhh lauuugghhh OHHHH HOW I WOULD LAUGH!! It's funny because he's a dick and he of course, wouldn't get the funniness of him wearing a dress. But man, Flea and I would be on the frickin' floor.
Now, about that robin. She keeps toying with my emotions. The last few days she's been MIA, after she saw me open the balcony door and flitted away. For days, there has been this:
Remnants of something she might have been attempting to build.
Her stockpile of building material.
And just this morning, I peeked out and still no sign of her OR the nest-making. But lo' and behold about 15 minutes ago I checked again to find this:
So, within the last few hours she's been busy makin' that little foundation. I was thinking - maybe she just needed a rainy day to make MUD!
Corn got mad and said we had to break it. Then I got mad and said I'd break Corn if he took it down. No, actually I didn't. But I'm letting her stay. And I'm cleaning the mess up after it's all said and done - in my bird-shit-allergy hazmat suit. Pay is gonna hate me. She likes throwing wildlife pets in the garbage. That was a deep-seeded emotional dig that only Pay will understand. WOOOOOT!