Sir Poops and Hair Ball: Napping on a Book Tour

Hello, Nice People! We're both napping. We're exhausted from all the blogging we do and keeping our home Zombie free, while our Mummy and Daddy-o go some place called work.

But we did get up to change positions.

Oh and let our friend Baeowolf in. He's got something share about his Daddy-o.

Okay then, Baeowolf, it's your blog for now. We're going back to our naps. Just make sure you don't eat all our foodies.

I am Baeowulf.

That’s what the humans say, and they feed me. I’m under orders. They say that’s how they spell it, too, but what do I know? I can’t spell.

They call me Bae. The only time they call me Baeowulf is when I’m in trouble, but I don’t get in trouble a lot. Only when they leave the container of good smelling food stuff out. They call it “trash”.  How am I supposed to stay out of that? I have needs.

I have a job, too. I’m security. I’m never fully asleep. I make regular patrols, especially when the missus is alone, and just after they go to bed. Nothing will get by me. That’s my job. That’s how I earn my kibble.

Someday the mailman will slip up. Then he’ll pay for daring to enter my inner defensive zone.

The humans are all excited about this thing they call “the new book”. I ate a book the other day. Not much flavor. The mister was upset, until he saw it was by some guy named William Shatner. Then he laughed and said he couldn’t stay mad. What do I know? I don’t read—I have to be on guard.

But now I have an opportunity, because they just ordered copies of “the new book”. I know who brings stuff they order: the mailman.

I’ll be ready.

Here's "the new book's" cover:

You can by my dad's book by clicking this link.

Here's what they call "the blurb":

Fifteen year old Beth Hamlin is horrified to discover her beloved summer camp must go without campfires this year, due to the fire hazard from a drought. At first she and her friends try to perk up the other campers, but Beth isn't one to just sit (or swim, or boat, or horseback) around, when there's a challenge to be met.

Beth discovers her new cabinmate, Cassidy, knows a local Cherokee who claims the ability to do a rain dance. Now all they have to do is trick the Camp Director into letting Running Creek do the dance there, avoid the local bully and a flying arrow or two … and keep from getting caught plotting with the local fire captain on a forbidden cell phone. With luck southern Indiana will get a nice, soaking rain, and when it's over Camp Inipi can have proper campfires again.

But when things go horribly wrong, the whole area is endangered by a double disaster. Now Beth, Cassidy, and the rest of their unit may be the only people who can save not only their camp, but everyone in it.

When Beth's big brother told her being a teenager could be rough, he probably didn't have this in mind.

            For over a hundred years the Girl Scouts of the USA has been guiding young women through their formative years, building character, and making the world a better place. Once you’re a Girl Scout, you’re always a Girl Scout, and that might be the best testament to the organization’s traditions of service and character building.

            This book is dedicated to the first Girl Scout, Juliette Gordon Low; to all the Scouts who came after and will continue to come together in spirit and friendship; and to all the managers, counselors, donors, parents, and others—not only in the Girl Scouts, but in all youth organizations—that build our young people into the solid citizens of tomorrow.

            A portion of the proceeds for No Campfire, Girls will be donated to a fund used to assist the Girl Scouts Camp Latonka, of Wappapello, Missouri, with its maintenance and operating costs.

It'll also help pay for my kibble and treats.

www.markrhunter.com

My mom and dad with me.