Posted by on Jun 27, 2019 | 18 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That lizard will NOT find me in a closet, right?

Well, that was REALLY a bad pun, papa, but I know you are on the way to recovering your upright and painless self!

You’ve seen me limp a little up the stairs, no?  Maybe I should have been invited to the back clinic, too, haha.  But I think my problem is just a little arthritis. And it’s in the FRONT, HAHA.

HEY, wait a minute, I’m too young for that, right?

Maybe I just like being carried upstairs, haha.  Still, when I’m in the garden and (I think) no one is looking, I run like a bat outta hell from end to end.  Go figure!

It was that lousy lizard chasing me that did it…

On a scale of 1 to 10…no, no, Loulou NO PUNS, okay?

Still, that lizard was about a 9 on the speed charts!  I’m gone…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Uh, oh, what’s that slimy, no-good, rude-reptile-like thingy scurrying toward me from the open window?  ARGGGGH….