February Fest!

And I'm so woofy out.

But now I'm IN:
It is hard to be 'in' with the times
when the time is so woofy out.
Or something whatever.

February is called the Fever month.
Everybody in Keeper's family is celebrating
from birthdays: Keeper's, her brother, her niece
including birthdays of Keeper's departed loved ones (her Dad & Uncle)
to death anniversaries (Keeper's Grandma and wham projects) . . .

In the country where I live
February is also called the month of crazies
simply because the month only has 28 days!
Now I wonder who is crazier:
the one who designed a 30 days a month calendar
or the one who created months and years to begin with?

Now I think I better do my SHS challenge
before the crazy whatever
catch up with this woofy dog:

LOVE
. . . is a kiss on a drooly day . . .
and being with your hooman
even on a crazy month:

TREND/TRENDING

"Retirement" is trending somewhere drooly.
Being a senior dog means I am retired.
But what is woofy retired?
Why should I continually be tired?
When humans decide to take it easy
they should be 'relaxed' not re-tired.
Just drooly musing . . .
(Note: Keeper is musing on an art project for seniors)

PLASTIC

I prefer my plastic bowl
instead of the metal one
because this yellow heart bowl
is anti-bloat, anti-hunger,
has drooly cool shape and color,
it is not metallic cold to my tongue,
and I can play with it
by tossing it around!

PAPER

As you woofy know (or maybe don't)
that this SuperDog is super arty
and makes all sorts of trash,
er, make that 'art out of trash.'

And here's how it is done:

Or, should I say
how it is undone.
Well, OK, let me teach you a trick in filmmaking.
you run the course reverse
that way it looks like you were doing something
instead of re-doing something.
Keeper, 'somebody' ate the paper project for the kids!

DUPLICATE
Yes, I have a duplidog.
He follows me around.
He gets all the blame
when things go wrong . . .
. . . and when the place gets too woofy lonely
you get somebody who always agree with you.

Indeed, love is a mush, Viola and Pusa!

And lookit, Lisa!

I am not a prisoner
of this drooly thing called life . . .

. . . because freedom for some
means never having a decent meal
a loving home, a daily hug,
a regular bath and grooming
except this Superdog
who will bark out their plight
and possibly feed them something . . .

On this month of Heart
please feed hungry stray animals
and if it is drooly possible
give them a hug and a home . . .

May you all have a merrily woofy Feb!