Joy In Mudville

Bugs here, blogfriends. 

I can’t keep up with this Bean.  One day she’s in the dumper, next she’s — crowing, I believe.  No hang on.  That was a real thing making that hoohah, the thing with feathers, the kind that I —

No, I’m sorry, what?

Oh yeah.  Bean begged me to “stay ontask,” whatever ontask is.  I think she may have muttered “for once in your life” but surely I didn’t hear that right.

I think the deal is, she has to work now.  So she asked me to tell you something.  Let’s see if it makes more sense to you than me.

“The visit to Replacement Vet No. Two was a total hit and I can’t wait to tell everyone why.”

Why that could be important, when she left me behind yesterday to cool my back-paws all alone completely with nothing whatsoever to do or chew, is a complete mystery to me but frankly, I’m not too interested really, it’s just that with the world revolving around me and everything, you’d think I’d be better informed by the Bean.  But no.

Whatever.

Now.  About that crowing thing.  That’s what’s really happening over here at the moment.