Dearest Mother Nature – Really? This weather you are throwing at us is outrageous. One day it’s in the 70’s and the next day it’s in the 30’s. Daddy says you are going through – what did he call it? – menopause. He says that’s the only way to explain the vast difference in temperatures. I can’t tell you what mommy called it – it was a bad word.
Yesterday here it was beautiful. It was the first day it hasn’t rained. Which by the way it has rained so much that I think I’m sprouting feathers and quacking now instead of oinking. Today when mom went to work, it was so dark I thought it was night. Nope, it was the same time that she usually leaves. It was dark because it looked like the sky was fixing to fall out with thunderstorms. Lovely.
You know there are medicines that you can take for these mood swings. If they don’t help, maybe you need to see a professional instead of taking this out on everyone in the world. I’m just sayin’.
Hello my friends. Hope your week has gone great. I want to start by saying that I have a flea. Does that make you itch? Barks with puppy laughter. It’s okay. Don’t worry. I just have ONE new flea that mom/dad bought me this week – HA!
Meet flea. He’s really got a smart mouth. On his butt, it says BITE ME. Really? I think I will. Thanks for the suggestion. So far, Flea has made it three days in my house without spontaneous busting out with snow everywhere. He’s a sneaky little guy with too many arms. I just have a feeling that his days are numbered for sure.
And Flea, he thinks he’s big stuff. And actually he is. He’s almost as big as me. But never fear friends. Flea will soon find out I’m a pooch not to be reckoned with.
And now I leave you with Jokes with Daddy. Enjoy my sweet friends. I’m off to have a prayer meeting with Flea.
Welcome my friends to SPOTLIGHT THURSDAY. This is the time that I will introduce you to one of my fellow anipals so you can get to know them better. Some of them, you may already know. We hope that you enjoy this new series!
Name: Puff, but don’t let that fluffy name fool ya—I’m top of the pecking order ’round these parts.
Age: Been outta the shell three years, nine months, two weeks, give or take a few sunrises.
Location: My digs? A fully-loaded backyard some place in the NYC ‘burbs. Got all the ducky accoutrements– pen/coop/water/bugs. And *do not* ask if we have a pond. We don’t have a pond. Our motto: “we don’t need no stinkin’ pond”! We have fresh water brought in daily. A pond. Sheez!
Web/Blog Page: Our blog is What the Ducks and there’s also a podcast, DUCK DUCK NO GOOSE, for those of us with no time to actually read.
What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents? Are you my mother?
What was the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home? When I spilled water on the lawn, made mud and found my first worms. Nothing says home like a juicy annelid– nom nom nom.
What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home? I, myself, am above reproach but I can tell you about the time my fellow flockers, Bonnie and Fannie, escaped from the kiddie pool and ran around the garage for a couple of hours. PS, they were *not* wearing diapers.
Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why? Okay, by “paws” I take it you mean “wings”? Well, that would definitely be Mom. She and I are both top hen in our respective realms so we totally relate to one another, kinda like a mutual admiration society with omelets.
What’s the biggest misconception that humans think about you? Not Mom, she gets me. Other humans think I don’t know how to drive. Ha!
Hope you enjoyed meeting my friend Puff – check back next week for another Spotlight edition!
Dearest Mother Nature – Really? This weather you are throwing at us is outrageous. One day it’s in the 70’s and the next day it’s in the 30’s. Daddy says you are going through – what did he call it? – menopause. He says that’s the only way to explain the vast difference in temperatures. I can’t tell you what mommy called it – it was a bad word.
Yesterday here it was beautiful. It was the first day it hasn’t rained. Which by the way it has rained so much that I think I’m sprouting feathers and quacking now instead of oinking. Today when mom went to work, it was so dark I thought it was night. Nope, it was the same time that she usually leaves. It was dark because it looked like the sky was fixing to fall out with thunderstorms. Lovely.
And let me tell you about Albert, mom’s Smart car. Mommy has not driven him in 8 days. Why? Because with your winds, your rain, your up and down temperatures, dad thought mom would be safer in Tank, the other car. So you see now Mother Nature you are ticking off Albert. He wants to run and he can’t.
You know there are medicines that you can take for these mood swings. If they don’t help, maybe you need to see a professional instead of taking this out on everyone in the world. I’m just sayin’.
Have you ever had one of those moments when you just want to pull the covers over your head and stay in bed? Signed Sleepy Kitty
Dear Sleepy Kitty,
Oh my friend. I have those moments for sure. There’s no reason why you can’t just do that. Stay in bed for a bit longer and sleep. The day will be waiting for you when you get up.
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Dear Bacon,
I think for the Olympics this year, they need to have bunny jumping. I’ve been practicing all of my life. Don’t you think it would be awesome to watch? Signed BunBun
Dear BunBun,
I think it would be totally fun to watch. I would be glued to the television watching you scale those poles. You got some really get thrust in flying over them my friend. I would definitely give you a score of 10! Keep flying my super hero!
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Dear Bacon,
I know it’s cold to you and I’ll tell you it is for us as well that live outdoors. But I thought I would let you in on a secret. When it’s really cold and I think I can’t go on, I close my eyes tight and dream of somewhere warm. I imagine the heat hitting me all over my body and it feels so toasty warm. The next time you are cold, try it and see how you feel. Signed Rabbit Muse
Dear Rabbit Muse,
You may have something there my friend. I will definitely remember this and do it the next time I am cold. You try to stay warm out there. If it gets too bad, look me up. I’ll gladly let you in over night 🙂
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Dear Bacon,
They say that after you have been with your humans for a while, you start looking like each other. I think my human has rubbed off on my slightly. I’m cool with that. You should see my human. He says I’ve rubbed off on him as well Signed Domguise
Dear Domguise,
WOW. That’s all I gotta say. If this is what has happened to you, I can only imagine what your human looks like. You do make the look though my friend. Really, you do. Take care.
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Dear Bacon,
Don’t let my size and cute looks fool you. I’m one crazy and tough quack. This is a deadly beak and I can take care of myself. Whatcha looking at pig? Signed Duck Off
Dear Duck Off,
Hey, no problems here my friend. I know when I’m up against a touch quacker. I think it’s in your beady eyes that you mean business and will not put up with any crap from anyone. Shivers – you scare me. You really do.
I was on line last night after Bashful finally went to sleep. I saw this and thought it was the most outstanding and wonderful contraption ever! I never knew this even existed. It’s the best concept for those that don’t want to get their little feet wet… like me.
I just have to wonder if it’s a big enough space for me to crawl into? It looks like there’s quiet a little clan up in there so I might be able to fit.
Have you ever seen this before? I wonder what else is out there that I don’t know about? …. off to search more stuff on the internet!
Miniature pot bellied pig and friends - Bacon, Houdini, Hemi and all of the Rock Clan with Journalist Rocky the Squirrel all out looking for adventures from the Hotel Thompson.
Dearest Mother Nature – Really? This weather you are throwing at us is outrageous. One day it’s in the 70’s and the next day it’s in the 30’s. Daddy says you are going through – what did he call it? – menopause. He says that’s the only way to explain the vast difference in temperatures. I can’t tell you what mommy called it – it was a bad word.
Piglove 