The Buddy should be happy at home wif the Herd right now...
as when I last spoke wif his the Mom, Aunt Madison...
he was due to be busted out of the hospital at 3pm this afternoon!
Welcome Home, Cousin Buddy!!!
And in honor of this wonderful homecoming, I take paws to relish in his recovery, and it only seem fittin to do so in the room me and the Buddy so do love... the kitchen!
[I can hear my the Mom now... "O no the Luke, the floors look filfy...". Sorry, the Mom. We need new tile... and I would suggest somefing in a nice shade of... dirt. Just sayin.]
And now in 'Free Fur All Friday' tradition, I share wif the you some fings happenin in my own back yard...
While we were all at Campo Blanco, one of our beautiful magenta fringe shrubs croaked due to heat and drought. It was overgrown, and really needed to be relocated or replaced... but the Mom was very fond of it... and we are sad.
Of course, we've had torrential rains and severe storms in the last week, so other fings are frivin and bloomin just swell! Take for example these whose name I forget [but are common in cottage or arts and crafts style gardens, so the Mom say as she pass frew room and look over my the shoulder]... This one is just startin to bloom.
And this one [blurry] in almost full bloom...!
Oops here I am caught pretendin I don't hear the Mom callin my name... on a counta I have had about enough of the mamarazzi for today!
[Distraction technique] Look... Our crape myrtle buds are startin to burst!
[Distraction technique] O hey... Does this shot make the Bleu's butt look big???
ok ok OK... no Cool Hand can hide forever... so take my pitcher if you please!
[Distraction technique] We missed out on a good number of blooms while we were at Campo Blanco [SO worf it!], but we've got a few blooms gettin close...
But tonight is not quite yet the night...
Let there be no discussion of murder on the breaf... but I fink I smell a perpatrator right about here. Just sayin.
And enough of the out of doors, let's go in... where I will demonstrate for you my patented "Block The Bleu" technique. Please to note Big Boy's willful and emotional gaze back at the Mom what say "do some fing... please?"... Old gal step forward and tell me to move on, and I do. But it was good fun while it lasted!
And lest you fink I do not love the Bleu... it is not treu! I do love the Big Boy, and I show him by all ways I share. We are much closer than you fink... exhibited in ways only our the Mom, prolly, witnesses.
To outside world, it might appear that the Luke dominate all fings, but that's on a counta...
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