Sir Poops and Hairball: Being Thankful

SPAL: Good morning, nice people!

HB: Yeah. Good morning.

SPAL: We've been comtemplating a few things.

HB: Like being thankful for what God gives us everyday.

SPAL: This morning while we journeyed to make our first pees and poos, we saw this:

HB: And this:

SPAL: That little speck in the sky is a big moon. That's what Mummsy says.

HB: She also says we should count all of our blessings because God allows us to have them.

SPAL: Living in Florida is a blessing.

HB: Mummsy bought us new shirts. That's a blessing, too. They help to keep us warm.

SPAL: I'm thankful for my yummy cookies. These are my favorite.

HB: And I'm thankful for my kibble.

HB: And I'm thankful for my toys.

SPAL: I'm thankful for pillows. Especially Mummy's and Daddy-o's. They're nice and fluffy.

HB: We have lot to thank God for.

SPAL: What are all the nice people thankful for today?

Lots of licks,

Sir Poops and Hair Ball

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: Guess What Today Is

SPAL: Good morning, nice people! It's freezing again in Florida. Looks like I'll be trying to keep warm today.

HB: We can't. Today is a special day! 

SPAL: Really?  Can we do this when its warm?

HB: No! We've got a cake to bake.

SPAL: You're going to get into so much trouble. You need to go back to bed.

HB: No. We won't. Daddy-o went to work. And Mummsy went to have the car worked on. They'll be so surprised when they come home.

SPAL: They sure will. They'll put you in the corner.

HB: But I'm making it for Daddy-o. It's his birthday today. He's the star today and I want to make him a nice cake and decorate it all nice and purdy.

SPAL: When he comes home, all he's going to want to know is what stinks. He says it every time Mummsy uses the Big Burn Box in the kitchen.

HB: But he likes cake and he shares.

SPAL: I think you should just give his face a whole bunch of birthday licks and snuggle with him on the sofa. That's what I'm going to when he comes back.

HB: I want to sing Happy Birthday to him, while I balance his lighted cake to him. He's the best Daddy-o ever.

SPAL: I know. He gives us lots
of treats, belly rubs, watches the best television shows, and shares his dinner with us. 

HB: Yeah. He does. Happy Birthday to the most bestest Daddy-o ever.

SPAL: Just don't bake him a cake. He's on a diet anyway.

Saturdays with Sir Poops-A-Lot: Waking Up Late

SPAL: Mummsy woke up real late this morning. It’s not like her to do that.

HB: Yeah. She’s up by 5:30-6 am. She didn’t get us outside until about 9 this morning. What’s up with that?

SPAL: Well, Tuesday on her other day off she had a hard time getting up and going. She didn’t get up as late like she did today.

HB: She even watched an hour of a movie this morning and now she’s watching The Great Muppet Caper.

SPAL: Miss Piggy and Kermit are trying to act like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. That’s really strange to see.

HB: Looks more like someone’s trying to swoon Miss Piggy away from Kermit to me.

SPAL: You’re sooo stupid.

HB: You’re suuuuch a pansy!

SPAL: Whatever.***he shakes his head***How are we going to help Mummsy today. She doesn’t want to get out of bed. She’s got writing and editing to do for herself and others today.

HB: But I like it when she hangs out in bed. It’s the best thing ever. Just lying around. Sleeping. Sniffing. Sleeping some more. Watching T.V. Sleep some more. Sniff some more. And repeat.

SPAL: But Mummsy’s got a lot to do today and we have to help her. Remember she’s got laundry, cleaning, and grocery shopping to do, too.

HB: What’s more important than lounging around in a nice fluffy bed all day. It’s her day off.

SPAL: But it’s a beautiful day out.  The sky is blue. Birds are flying.

HB: Which reminds me. Where’s breakfast?

SPAL: You missed it. I was starving and couldn’t help myself. I mean you were lounging around upstairs with Mummsy. So I helped myself to your bowl and mine.

HB: I’ll let you get away with it this time but the next time I’ll bite your butt and steal all your treats. And at night, I’ll head butt you off No-No’s bed.

SPAL: Whatever, stupid. We still need to figure out how to make Mummsy feel better.

HB: You sure you want to do that?

SPAL: Why do you say that?

HB: I hear she plans on putting you into the Great White Watery Abyss of Torture today.

SPAL: Really?

HB: Yeah. Really.

SPAL: ***swallows a lump*** and cowers into a corner.

HB: You’re such a pansy. ****he belly laughs***

SPAL: You’re stupid. Taking delight in another’s demise. How could you be so insensitive?

HB: It’s a form of brotherly love. If I were you, I’d beg No-No to hide you out in her room somewhere. There’s lots of great piles and stuff to hide in. ***he walks away, smirking***

SPAL: Where are you going? You have to help me! SAVE ME!

HB: Not in your life, pansy-boy. You’d do yourself a favor if you kept Mummsy in bed. That’s where I’m going. Where it’s cozy and safe and I can dream about your torture.

SPAL: But---

HB: ***continues to walk the other direction***