Sir Poops and Hair Ball: Our Bedroom

SPAL: Hi, nice people. Hair Ball and I are still around.

HB: Yeah.

SPAL: We’ve discussed interviewing authors’ fur or feathered peeps instead of authors.

HB: Yeah. Some authors have referred to us as ‘dogs’. That’s a bad word. Right, pansy-boy?

SPAL: That’s right, stupid. They don’t care to associate with us fur-peeps.

HB: So we thought we’d show you our very own bedroom today.

SPAL: Yeah: Our sister, No-No-O left back in December.

HB: She moved to Israel and got married to a Yakov. What’s a Yakov anyway?

SPAL: Well, he’s not a Sausage. He’s a nice young man. That’s what Mummsy says anyway.

HB: Oh.

SPAL: So when our No-No-O left we were very sad for about a month.

HB: Yeah. No more buffet in the bed.

SPAL: No more piles of sweet smelling clothes to lounge around in.

HB: Yup. No more Facebook all night and sleep all day.

SPAL: Gone are the days of non-stop television and eating out of the garbage can.

HB: Yeah. Mummsy said she was a big slob. What’s a slob?

SPAL: A No-No-O.

HB: Oh.

SPAL: So we were really sad.

HB: And we cried and cried every night for our No-No-O to come back home. And she never did.

SPAL: No. She didn’t. We’ve been replaced with a Yakov. And Mummsy and Daddy-O were putting us into our boxes at night for bed after she left us.

HB: It was like being in prison.

SPAL: Yeah. It was. So one night, I body slammed my way out of mine and wailed really loud.

HB: I remember. And you did this for three nights in a row.

SPAL: That’s right. It got us our bedroom back. Didn’t it?

HB: It sure did. But without all the extras.

SPAL: But we have our beds and our own television set and big window to sunbathe by.

HB:I like it when Mummsy tucks us in bed at night, too.

SPAL: Me, too. She gives us lovey-loves and covers us with our blankies.

 

SPAL: Anyway, Daddy-O has one more chemo to do which is a good thing. He should be done in a month.

HB: Yeah. I’ll be glad. I miss playing chase with him. He lays in his bed a lot.

SPAL: We’ll see you guys next week. I’ve got a movie to watch. Blade II.

Lots of licks,

Sir Poops and Hair Ball

Sir Poops is Chillin’

Good morning, nice people! Sir Poops here. I hope everyone has been having fun with the A to Z Blog Challenge. Hair Ball and I have been hanging out rethinking our Nosh Post Interviews.

We’d really love an interview with Penny the Pawblisher and the Two Square Dogs, Hammish and Watson. But for now, we’re chillin’. Mummsy’s been concentrating on her writing projects. She’s up early in the morning working on her second book to her YA/Crossover paranormal series, Lila’s Journey. Can you believe she changed the title again? It went from Yellow Prada’s to Stilettos to Killer Stilettos.

And she finally figured out the title to her first book in her White Trash and Pill Heads series, A Family Shindig.

Also, while I’m relaxing on the couch watching my favorite shows she’s been reading everyone's’ posts. She’s been frustrated because Blogger has lost her reading list. So she’s been reading through Feedly.com. But she can’t figure out how to leave a comment through this media. Sometimes computer and cyber stuff isn’t Mummsy’s thing.

Today, Daddy-o gets what they call a port so he’ll be in surgery this afternoon. Mummsy says he looks like a human popsicle or a lollipop. It makes him laugh.  Hair Ball says he tastes more like a salt lick though.

Okay then. I just wanted to check in and say ‘hi’ and wish everyone good luck with the A to Z Challenge. So if you excuse me, I’ve got a TV to watch. Looks like North Korea is up to no good. The world leaders need to seriously learn the art of butt huffing. It would solve their problems. We fur-peeps have never had to discuss war. Nor do we have the desire to make a missile to blow up the world.

Lots of Licks,

Sir Poops

PS Anyone know when the Price is Right will be on? I love that show.