SPAL: We’ve discussed interviewing authors’ fur or feathered peeps instead of authors.
HB: Yeah. Some authors have referred to us as ‘dogs’. That’s a bad word. Right, pansy-boy?
SPAL: That’s right, stupid. They don’t care to associate with us fur-peeps.
HB: So we thought we’d show you our very own bedroom today.
HB: She moved to Israel and got married to a Yakov. What’s a Yakov anyway?
SPAL: Well, he’s not a Sausage. He’s a nice young man. That’s what Mummsy says anyway.
SPAL: So when our No-No-O left we were very sad for about a month.
SPAL: No more piles of sweet smelling clothes to lounge around in.
HB: Yup. No more Facebook all night and sleep all day.
SPAL: Gone are the days of non-stop television and eating out of the garbage can.
HB: Yeah. Mummsy said she was a big slob. What’s a slob?
SPAL: A No-No-O.
SPAL: So we were really sad.
HB: And we cried and cried every night for our No-No-O to come back home. And she never did.
SPAL: No. She didn’t. We’ve been replaced with a Yakov. And Mummsy and Daddy-O were putting us into our boxes at night for bed after she left us.
HB: It was like being in prison.
SPAL: Yeah. It was. So one night, I body slammed my way out of mine and wailed really loud.
SPAL: That’s right. It got us our bedroom back. Didn’t it?
HB: It sure did. But without all the extras.
SPAL: But we have our beds and our own television set and big window to sunbathe by.
HB:I like it when Mummsy tucks us in bed at night, too.
SPAL: Me, too. She gives us lovey-loves and covers us with our blankies.
SPAL: Anyway, Daddy-O has one more chemo to do which is a good thing. He should be done in a month.
HB: Yeah. I’ll be glad. I miss playing chase with him. He lays in his bed a lot.
SPAL: We’ll see you guys next week. I’ve got a movie to watch. Blade II.
Lots of licks,
Sir Poops and Hair Ball