Sundays with Sir Poops-A-Lot and Hair Ball: Hair Ball Speaks

Yup. I’ve got the computer all to myself this morning. Pansy-boy is hanging out in his bed being old.

He says he’s staying there all day. Hmmm..Guess that means I get his foodie bowl, too. I’m going to eat all the good kibble out of it before he gets to it today. Mwaaa!

Mummsy mixes two kinds together one is plain ole stuff and the other is a chicken and chickpea one. I like the fancy one better.

There’s a lot of other things I like, too. I like my ball, my bone, and my hoof. I love my daddy-o a lot because we wrestle and he lets me kiss his face. He tastes salty-sweet. In about an hour, I’ll go jump on his head in bed and kiss, kiss, kiss….and then he’ll topple me to the floor and we’ll wrestle.

I love car rides, too. Pansy-boy knows how to let the windows down and  we hang our heads out checking out other people, fur-people, and cars at stop lights. And when mummsy drives it again we let the wind blow through our fur and I sing my own song. I made it up all by myself but mummsy sometimes tells me to stop but I’m soooo happy I can’t.

You know what’s more better than a car ride? Hanging out in mummsy’s writing room in front of the round thing that makes wind. I could sit here all day and let it blow all over me. It’s the best. It makes me sing, too, but mummsy tells me to be quiet because it messes up what her characters are telling her to write.

Anyway, I hope you guys get to do what you like today. Mummsy and daddy-o work today so I’ll be in my house for most of it until one of them get home.

Love,

Hair Ball

Sir Poops-A-Lot’s Response to Ms. Dog

Dear Ms. Dog:

I must apologize but mummsy hasn’t been at her computer all day. To be honest, I don’t know her password and have to wait for her to turn it on. Even though I’m highly intelligent, some things get by me except exquisite beauty.

You wrote you’ve gained some weight. No problem. Mummsy calls it the classic body size. Most women are a size eight and up with curves. All the more to snuggle with. I’m more into cuddling than frolicking.

You see, I’ve just entered the beginning of my senior years. I prefer a relaxing atmosphere with a touch of romance. Soft music. Candle light. Lounging on my bed chewing on a scrumptious Greenie Bone. Do you like Greenie Bones? They’re good for your teeth and make your breath sweet. I ‘d be glad to share with you…my Twizzlers and pretzels, too.

I do hope you accept my proposal.

For now, my sweet, good night.

Very truly yours,

Sir Poops-A-Lot