We had visitors last Saturday. A whole bunch of them: big folk and even bigger ones. And some that were big, but in a small way. Curious creatures, screamed a lot (or that it seemed like, my hearing isn't what it used to be...) and run around quite a lot, too.
I guess they were celebrating my birthday. I turned 15 a week ago. I'm told that's a LOT. Doesn't really feel like that, methinks. I chased a squirrel the other day.... Where was I? Oh yes, a party. I mingled with the people and Girl and Boy seemed to be enjoying the occasion as well. People brought food (and gave stuff for me, much appreciated) and drinks. I got some vegan doggie goodies. Taste fine. Not so certain about the hemp chocolate I tasted as well. Lots of fibre, I reckon.
Tiresome, this partying is. I managed to stay up thru the whole shebang, but after I took Boy out with the last visitors, coming home was pretty tough. I blacked out like a light-thing on the ceiling when Girl or Boy touch the little knob on the wall. Wow. Woke up rather late.
I think it was a good party. At least Boy and Girl seem to think so. And Ninni, who is really spiffy with them art-things.
Yawn, better get some sleep now. I'm going to the stables tomorrow. Need to chase Whiskas, the Cat.
Dear Myy, thanks for your patience with the small-big ones! Afterwards my two small-bigs talked a lot about you and they were a bit worried about how poor little you were doing there among so many big-big ones! Our family enjoyed the party greatly and wishes to thank Girl and Boy. And Ninni, too!
Posted by: jovain | May 26, 2008 at 23:10