[Dailydrool] speaking of siblings

[Valerie]

this is Bo, Commander in Chief of the Pacific Basset Feet

Lately my slave has been writing about my becoming demented. I am insulted. Now what was I saying? Hmm. can't recall....dinner time?  No, that wasn't it,  Hmm.

Oh, right. siblings. My slaves seem to think my brother is the cat's meow. Hmmph. when we go out at night, dad says , "I'll take the dog; you take the flatworm." I kid you not--he actually calls me a flatworm, a planaria or something like that. Why? He says I have but one or two connecting neurons. Have you ever?!!  Ummm. What was I saying? Dinnertime? Yes, I'm hungry. That's it. No, wait....siblings.

So, Mister Harley is this angel. Right. He wags and smiles and doesn't demand. some Basset! But, you know what? Today my mom discovered a scab coming loose in my shoulder fur. She investigated. It is from a clear cut healed puncture wound. there is only one explanation. Mr. Perfect nailed me when she wasn't looking. I don't remember when that was, but. when what was? Dinnertime, right? He's not perfect. That's what I said--it's Dinnertime, right? anyway, she loves me best. I was here first. Hey, Mom, is it Dinnertime?