and Behaved
and be On Guard
ALL WEEK.
That can only mean one thing:
Boring.
So before I get anywhere
boring and dangerous . . .
It is Holy Week in my islands
and everything is quiet
so I better get on with my hunts
for Ashley's:
NEW
I am wearing the black's collars.
They belong to my late black father Sumo
and my late big black brother Bogart.
Keeper wanted to give them away
but I forbid her not to
because it still carries their scent!
LIFE
Too bad I can not eat it!
FRAGRANT
I eat meat all the time.
And my meal always smell good!
PINK
I licked and bit the yarn.
Now Keeper can wear them on her wrist
and quietly declare our friendship.
OBVIOUS
which pillows belong to Keeper
and which ones are mine!
Keeper is giving our pillows a sunbath!
And I give myself a sun bath too:
And Pusa and Viola
wanted to know what I see
around Rainbow Avenue:
My hoomans feed her regularly.
Dawgy barks a lot . . .
Dawgy is calling my attention
to that white dog walking with her human
but WITHOUT A LEASH!!!!
But I can't bark about it.
And now look!
and leaving pee-mails
on our gate!
And I can't bark again!
And lookit:
And No-Name lives dangerously on the street!
No-Name is the enemy of
Petrocelli
our adopted stray cat!
I really thought somebody called me
but I don't see anybody!
RainbowAve is quiet this week . . .
the people will bark at me!
and the hot fiery sun
because it can only mean one thing:
the people will not pester me this week!
I smile while sunbathing, Lisa.
Quiet is good after all . . .
Have a quiet Easter week everybody!
