The Black Week

WooF!

January 15 is the bday
of my FATher, Popsy Sumo
and my late brother Bogart.

And as much as I want attention
to focus on Myself
I am sharing this week
with my BLACK family . . .

If Bogart is alive today
he would turn 11yo and
he will be searching for flowers . . .
. . . like he drooly does and posting at TodaysFlowers.

So to celebrate Bogart's love for flowers
I am searching one for him:
This Hoya flower came from the same Hoya on Bogart's right!
And when I look for flowers
somebody is bound to follow me:
Popsy who is not into flowers.
Popsy gets irritated with their singing
but he has no choice but be where I am!

And now I go to Ashley for her:

Winter Wonderland
Well we don't really have winter
but we have a woofy editing dog (er hullo, me?)
and if Ashley wants winter, autumn
and whatever drooly weather
I can drooly make one!

Frozen
And this is what happens when it rains.
I waited for the water to freeze
to make my background for winter
but it does not drooly happen.

But this is another Frozen, Ashley:
Keeper calls it frozen delights
which she eats temptingly in front of me
because she knew I can't have chocolates and nuts!
But I can drooly have this:

Sweet

. . . yum, nom, nom! Warm bun with mongo paste!

Hole
And this is where I hide
when people around me
gets too loud and noisy.
And when I do that
somebody is bound to follow me:

There are no places I can go to
without my black father following me around . . .
. . . and in his blog, he woofy barks out
that I follow him around!

Stacked Up
And these are the holiday cards I received.
Keeper pastes them on neon paper
where visitors drool over them in delight
because they never woofy get cards anytime!

Now this reminds me
that I received more holiday cards this week!
. . . thank you Addie, Lucie, Hailey, River the beagle,
and the Happy Hounds!!!

I lost count of all the cards and greetings I got!
And which I posted HERE:
and I looooove every drooly bit
which reminds me
that no distance
no breed
no drooly color
can ever separate us furries!
I love you all drooly!

And for Lisa at: The family who eat together
stay together . . .

The family who sleep together
snore together

And in the drooly end
nobody loves you drooly
like your own family . . .
Happy 12th Birthday, Popsy!

. . . and
Happy whatever and wherever you are, Bogart!
You will never grow old in your new heaven
and may your rainbows and bridges
reconnect you to us
until we meet again!