Fruit flies like a banana

Well, it's been longer than I thought since my first post. Time flies when you're under the binkie, I guess. For a few weeks there neither of my humans were ever home, and I thought I was going to die of loneliness. You'd think that I would have spent that time blogging, but since I never know when one of them's going to walk in the door, I have to be careful. Lately my female human (I call her "Bunny" because she likes them so much) has been turning the house upside down looking for items to donate to the hurricane victims. I certainly grieve for the humans, but I'm crushed by all the animals that had to be left behind. It makes me appreciate my warm, dry house and plentiful supply of crunchy bits, as Bunny calls my food, even more.

On a lighter note, I found a web page I just had to share. Meet Fred and Ginger. Aren't they a nice-looking couple? That long hair must be a pain to take care of, though. Speaking of dancing (which I wasn't but I am now), Bunny has been acting quite peculiarly lately. She's always danced around the house - oh, I'd hate it when she waltzes around with me if it weren't for the attention - but lately she's taken up the habit of dancing around with an invisible partner. I wonder if she's ok, you know, up there. Maybe it has something to do with all those old black and white movies we've watched. (Yes, dogs can see in color. I was thrilled when I upgraded my cell phone to a color display.) I'm going to have to keep a close eye on her. When I'm not napping, of course.