Confewsion of the speeshies
Yesterday's scores:
- Gills: restin
- Simpsons: yes
- Tesco: no
- Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: fergot to do theez 10
- Day Score: minus 6 (big thunderstorm, even tho the laydy on telly sed ther wuddent be wun. She shud be sackt. If she had got it rite, we cud hav been in the Thunder Shelter befor it startid. /10
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!
We hav a frend in Missourri calld Donna. Her husband, Jon, is a vet, so they sumtimes get unusual animols to carfter. Like, larst year they had a raccoon hoo sat up at the taybol an ate Marmalade sandwiches (not unlike that grate traveller, Mr Paddington T Bear.) She also keeps pet Hermit Crabs. Hmmm... so enyway, it was of no grate surprise to reseev theez foto's from her of sum rarther confewsed cats an dogs.
The mama dachschund ownly had wun puppy. He's called Branson. So then the mama dog adoptid sum stray kittens. She feeds them an washes them, an they all sleep in the same barsket....
Poor littol Branson wiv a sister of a diffrent speeshies adoptid fer him. I can't help but think I know wat the poor lad is goin throo..... good Lord, an a pink blanket too. Poor chap.
Donna sez that mostly Branson duzzent do jealous. He jus plays wiv them all an they all get on well. But sumtimes he wud prefer to hav his mama all to himself agen. (I bet he'd like a bloo blanket, too.)
She must be a very gud mama dog. A tad bonkers, possibly, but very gud. Wat do yu all think?
Bye fer now!
p.s. BTW, Dilly has put foto's of Granny's cats on her blog today.
