SeeThe Past

Buddy:  What are you staring at, Merci?

Merci:  The past.

Buddy:  I've heard of seeing the future, but you can see the past?

Merci:  Yes, it's called memory.  I am remembering when I was young and beautiful.

Buddy:  It's okay to be old - I'm old and white haired - but you'll always be beautiful. 

Merci:  What are you doing, Buddy?

Buddy:  I think I'll just sit here and see the past with you.

Be Fore or After?

BUDDY:  Hey, Micah, how many golfers does it take to change a light bulb?

MICAH:  Why, are you thinking of playing golf in the dark?

BUDDY:  Of course not.  Jan would never buy me a set of golf clubs.

MICAH:  So why are you asking?

BUDDY:  It's just a simple question.  How many golfers does it take to change a light bulb?

MICAH:  Well, if you aren't going to play golf in the dark, what difference does it make?

BUDDY:  Just humor me.

MICAH:  Okay.  I don't know.

BUDDY:  Well, at least make a guess.

MICAH:  Are they changing the bulb before or after they've played a round of golf?

BUDDY:  Does it matter?

MICAH:  Yes.

BUDDY:  Okay, after they've played a round of golf.

MICAH:  One? 

BUDDY:  Why would you guess one?

MICAH:  Because I figure after the golfers have played 18 holes, they're tired and want to rest.  So they draw straws and the short guy loses and has to change the light bulb by himself.

BUDDY: *blinks rapidly*  Uh ... that makes sense but it isn't the right answer. 

MICAH:  So what do you think is the right answer?

BUDDY:  Fore!

MICAH:  Four?  *rubs chin with paw* Well, I guess that would work if the bulb is changed before the game.

BUDDY:  Why?

MICAH:  Don't golfers generally play in a foursome?  Well, everyone - even us furries - know golfers are a bit fanatical about the game, so if they haven't played yet, I would imagine the whole team would be scrambling to change the bulb so their game could commence.

BUDDY:  Not four, Micah, fore.  It's a golf term meaning "duck, you're in the path of a ball"!

MICAH:  It does? I guess the next time Jan yells, "I have four dog treats. Who wants one?" I'll have to remember to duck.

Buddy Is 10

Buddy  In case you haven't noticed, we have been missing for several days.  First our DSL modem died, then our ISP wreaked havoc on our computer and the next day while online, our computer locked, crashed and ... it broke the mouse  - or mouse driver!  We had 3 working mice (is the plural of mouse still mice for computers) and suddenly not a one would do more than right click. 

Marcus:  Suffice it to say, there have been a lot of tears, some HBO thoughts, if not words, and nightmares. 

Sam:  We are finally back and trying to throw a post together for tomorrow (Saturday).   

Merci:  We missed Buddy's 10th birthday on Thursday, so first we want to congratulate him.

Cameron:  We know you didn't get your daily walk or a celebration Thursday, but you did get to see Mr. Doug two days in a row, so we hope that made your day a little special, Buddy.  (Mr. Doug rescued Buddy.)

Cyndi:  Friday was supposed to be our first Mousebreath post in over a month and we missed it.

Micah:  Thankfully, we were able to post and schedule it earlier this week and it published without us. 

Rusty:  We interviewed Max from The Psychokitty Speaks Out and his "brother" Buddah.  They are very interesting characters.

 

Percy:  You'll enjoy this dueling duo who actually get along better than they claim in public.  Stop by Mousebreath to read their story, Psychokitty Max and Buddah Pest.

Buddy:  Oh, and we also missed the Pet Parade yesterday, but it isn't too late to join the fun, so if you haven't already, go ahead and sign up and check out some new blogs. 

Cyndi:  We're sorry but we won't be able to do our regular weekend art. 

The Pet Parade is hosted by Rascal and Rocco.  It is co-hosted by Bionic Basil, Barking From the Bayou, Love is being owned by a husky, and us (Jan's Funny Farm).

There are two parts to the blog hop - your url and social media.

Snow on the Nose

Buddy:  Jan took this photo of me earlier this summer.  We went for a walk, just the two of us.  She sat on that concrete slab for a long time and talked to me.  It was the best day I've had in ages.  Well, except the time ... no, I don't think I should tell that story today.

Cyndi:  What story?  Did I miss something?

Rusty::  No, you didn't miss anything.  Buddy just doesn't want to tell the truth.

Micah:  What truth is that?

Marcus:  That he forgot what he was going to say.

Merci:  That's not possible.  Jan is the one with the bad memory.

Percy:  Yes, but we're all getting older and we sometimes have the same problem now. 

Sam:  Look at that snow on Buddy's roof.  No, that's not right.  Look at the snow on his nose. 

Cameron:  Buddy has more white on his face than Merci does. Your were born with a white face, Sam. .I wonder how you'll show your age in a year or two? 

Marcus:  I'm glad Buddy is still around. There's a lot he can teach me.  I already know not to steal his food!

Pepi Smart Dog hosts the Thankful Thursday blog hop.

Ruckus the Eskie and Love is being owned by a huskie co-host the Thoughtless Thursday blog hop.

Devil Dogs

Merci:  I don't know what Jan did but she sure made us look like devil dogs today.

Buddy:  This is an old photo of Merci and me in the back seat of Jan's car.  Or it was before Jan accented the edges.

Merci:  I believe this was was taken just before Buddy climbed into the front seat so he could learn to drive.

Buddy:  Yes, I wanted my driver's license and I would have gotten it too, if Merci hadn't wimped out on me.

Merci: Wimped out?  You tried to kill me.  And that was without the motor running.

Buddy:  I did no such thing.

Merci:  You wanted to drive sitting backwards in the seat so your ears would tan evenly or some such dumb idea. 

Buddy:  Merci, you have the worst memory.  I have never tried to kill you.

Merci:  Let's let readers decide for themselves with a link to The Driving Lesson.

Guilt and Innocence

UPDATE:  Oh, dear, we did it again.  We auto published our post and forgot one of us has a birthday today.  It's actually not Merci's birthday; it's her assigned birthday.  Jan signed her out of the local animal shelter on this date back in 2003, so this is her birthday, gotcha day and prison release day all rolled into one.  We love you, Merci, and the Funny Farmers wouldn't be the same without you. 

And now back to our regular post while we hound Jan for forgetting again.


Percy:  I just came across this old photo in our archives.  What did you do wrong, Buddy?  I can't remember.

Cyndi:  I remember this photo.  We posted it in 2012.

Micah:  This was before my time.  I'd like to know what you did wrong, too.   

Buddy:  I didn't do anything wrong.  I was framed.

Merci:  Who framed you?

Buddy:  Sam did.

Sam:  I did not frame you!  You were guilty!

Marcus:  Does this mean every time I'm accused of doing something wrong, I have to write an apology?

Buddy:  No, Marcus, don't write any apology notes.  They'll follow you forever, even if you're innocent. 

Sam:  You were not innocent. You shredded Merci's bed, scattered the stuffing and tried to blame me.

Rusty:  If I remember correctly, Sam, your excuse was you were innocent because you don't dig in bedding.  However, you have been known to eat your bedding.  Did anyone check the bed for teeth marks?

Sam:  Hey, whose side are you on, Rusty?  Did anyone check the bed for nail impressions?  I should have called 9-1-1 and asked the police department to send a nail investigator out.  He would have proved Buddy was guilty.

Cameron: What's a nail investigator?  Is he related to a fingerprint technician?

Buddy:  Yes, I believe he's a first cousin.  But I should have called 9-1-1 and asked them to send a teeth impressionist.  Or is that a tooth impressionist?  He would have proved I was innocent.

Cyndi:  That was a long time ago, guys.  It doesn't matter any more.  Personally, I think you should have called and ordered a pizza.

Sam:  Hey, that sounds like a good idea.  Let's do it now.

Buddy:  Okay, but who's paying for it?

Merci:  I think it should be whichever one of you was guilty.

Sam and Buddy:  That would be -

Percy:  Why don't Buddy and Sam just split the bill? 

Four Pees in a Pen

Buddy:  Marcus, I called you here because Merci, Sam and I need to have a talk with you.

Marcus:  Okay, but can we make this short because Jan promised to play soccer with me soon.

Percy:  Hey, why are you dogs huddled in the bathroom?  It's awfully hot in here.  Why don't you come out near the fan?

Sam:  We're holding a private meeting, Percy.  Just us canines.

Micah:  There's no such thing as a private anything around here.  Hey, Cyndi, Cameron and Rusty, come in the bathroom.  We're having a meeting.

Merci:  A private meeting.  Private!  You cats weren't invited but now there are so many bodies in here it's like a sauna.  I think I might pass out.

Rusty:  Don't hit your head on the tub if you do.  It could make a nasty bump.

Buddy:  Okay, we're not going to get any privacy, so let's all move into the living room.  Perhaps there's a little air moving in there.

Cyndi:  What's so important you dogs wanted privacy?

Sam:  If you don't mind, Cyndi, this is a guy thing.

Cameron:  Oh, okay, Cyndi and Merci, you can leave.  The rest of us will have a meeting.

Merci  I am not leaving.  This concerns me too.  And, Cyndi, don't you leave either, since the rest are staying.

Buddy:  As I was about to say, Marcus, you are growing up and we need to have a talk about pee -

Marcus:  Oh, I already know about pee mail and pee spam.  Can I go play now?.

Buddy:  Pee etiquette.  We need to have a talk about pee etiquette, Marcus!

Sam:  Do you remember how you used to follow us around and imitate whatever we did?   You were so cute then.

Marcus:  Thanks, Sam.  I appreciate the talk.

Merci:  Sit down.  We haven't started the talk yet. 

Buddy:  A month or so ago you began the transition from puppy pee-er to adolescent pee-er.  It was kind of cute.  I lifted my leg and peed ON the doghouse that all of us except Rusty hate.  Directly behind me, you lifted your leg and peed INTO the doghouse.

Rusty:  He did what?  He peed in my cathouse?  No wonder it stinks in there now.

Sam: My size prohibits me from lifting my leg, but one day while I was watering the dirt, you walked up to me, lifted your leg and PEED ON MY LEG!  That was the first time.

Buddy:  And you have done the same to me.

Sam:  It was bad enough to have a little squirt ... well, squirt us, but we understand that Sunday morning when Jan walked you and Merci together, you did the same to little Merci.  She's a GIRL.

Merci:  A gentlemen dog does not pee on another dog, especially on a lady dog.

Buddy:  Listen very carefully, Marcus, because I am about to impart one of the most important life lessons you will ever learn.  NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, EVER PEE ON ANOTHER DOG!  Pee etiquette demands that you WAIT UNTIL THE DOG HAS MOVED BEFORE YOU TRY TO COVER HIS /HER SCENT WITH YOUR OWN!!!!!

Marcus:  Okay, I hear you.  Can I go play now?

Sam:  *sigh*  Yes, you can go now Marcus.

Merci:  It went right in one ear and out the other, didn't it?

Buddy:  I'm afraid so.  Evidently hearing isn't dependent on having extra large ears, as Marcus does.  There needs to be something between them.

Percy:  Oh, we almost forgot again.  We are trying to help a friend find a puppy.  Does anyone know a good breeder of AKC Yorkie or Westie or Toy Poodle puppies in the West Central Georgia area?  We would be much obliged if someone could help direct us toward one with good references, perhaps from personal experience of someone you know.

Cats vs Dogs Owners

Buddy: Hey, Percy, did you see the infographic on the differences between cats vs dog owners?     

Percy:  I must have missed it.  Where did you see it?








Buddy:  It's posted on the Entirely Pets blog.  Go check it out.  You'll be rolling on the floor laughing after you read it.

Percy:  Why?  What's so funny about it?

Buddy:  Well, as I was reading it, I couldn't help but compare the cat owners and dog owners to Jan since she shares this house with both species.

Percy:  It must have said those who have cats and dogs are klutzes and can't remember their own name half the time.

Buddy:  Well, no, nothing like that.  But when you read it, think of Jan.  Being a cat "owner" and a dog "owner" (as if she could ever own us cause we'd mutiny!) she's a bit strange.

Percy:  We already know she's strange, so they must have come up with a new angle.

Buddy:  Yep.  She's supposedly imaginative and self-assured.

Percy:  *snort*  You're joking!

Buddy:  Nope.  And she's creative and affectionate.

Percy:  Wellllll, she is creative at is being accident prone.  Affectionate?  She can't remember what she went to the fridge for, let alone remember we're here half the time.  Except for Marcus.  At his age, it's impossible to forget he's here.

Buddy:  She's also intelligent and active in sports.

Percy:  At her age, I'd think she'd be intelligent if she avoids sports. What else?

Buddy:  She's an extroverted loner.

Percy:   Well, if she is an extrovert, she converted while I napped today.  I think we should put out a memo.  No personality changes without our approval!

Buddy:  Oh, and she's an unconventional traditionalist.

Percy:  She's a what?  Are you sure we're talking about Jan?

Buddy:  No, we're not talking about Jan.  That's what's so funny.  In order to live with all of us, she should be filled with confusion and sporting a dual personality.

Percy:  You mean she's not?  I think I should go check out this infographic for myself.  Where did you say I can find it?

Buddy:  Here's the link for the differences between cat and dog owners post.

 Sorry, we're far too talkative to ever have a Wordless Wednesday or any other wordless post - unless one of us hit the publish button by mistake - but we're tired of missing out, so we're going imaginary wordless and joining the BlogPaws WW blog hop today.

Green Bone and Noms

Sam:  Come on, Jan.  Get coordinated so you can take a picture and we can have the toy.

Marcus: Sam and I want the new toy now.  Jan is making us wait.

Merci:  I don't care about toys any more, but it should be interesting to see who ends up with this one.  Sam might be bigger, but Marcus is younger and faster.

Micah:  I'm just here to watch the dogs' photo shoot from a distance.

Buddy:  We received a package from Bartley's with a toy and some treats. The toy is an eco-friendly West Paw zogoflex Hurley.  It's non-toxic, recyclable and supposed to be a guaranteed tough tug, float, bounce, chase toy. We've never seen a bone that color but it should be easy to find when Marcus misplaces it.

Sam:  Three guesses who grabbed the toy first.  You should only need one.

Merci:  Hey, Sam, you should come get a closer look at this before Marcus shreds it like he's done to all our toys.

Sam:  Why does Marcus always end up being first with everything?

Merci:  I think it's payback.  You used to do the same thing to Buddy.

Marcus:  Well, I've chewed it, bounced it, flipped it, shook it, hit Jan in the ankle with it, and it's still in one piece.  It's time to have a serious talk with it about my expectations.  I can't be losing my touch!

Buddy:  The toy has a reputation to uphold for the company, Marcus. It's supposed to survive an encounter with you.

Marcus:  This is what the treats look like.  They're Zuke;s Jerky Naturals, the tender turkey recipe. Let's see, they have turkey and herbs, potatoes, tapioca, maple syrup, molasses, carrots, apples, blueberries, sunflower oil, etc.  Grain free with no artificial flavors or colors.

Sam:  So when do we get to taste them?

Marcus:  It better be soon!

Merci:  I'm keeping my distance.  These guys play rough when there's food involved.

Buddy:  Marcus was not happy Jan gave me the first treat.  Notice Marcus' nose right below my lower jaw. 

Sam:  Jan was trying to give me the second treat.  Look who's trying to push me away.

Marcus:  Ha!  As you can see, I'm not the only one who's pushy.  Jan is trying to give me a treat and both Sam and Buddy try to steal it.

Marcus:  We  gave Jan a headache with all the blurred shots of us moving so fast to steal treats.. But it ended on a quiet note.  No screaming or bloodshed.  Just some nibbling on Jan's fingers as she tried to make me take the treat  gently.

Merci:  We all enjoyed the jerky treats.  They sure were good.  

Marcus:  I'm a bit disappointed in the toy.  It should have shredded under my assault tactics, but it's still in one piece.  Let me work on it some more. 

Sam:  You do know Marcus is only disappointed in the toy because he hasn't been able to shred it, don't you? We would like to thank Bartley's for the samples to review.  They only sell products made in the U.S. and every time you shop you help sponsor a rescue dog.

Buddy:  We were not paid for this review and any opinions expressed are our own.

Buddy Mini Mess

Buddy:  When I was a pup I kept the area around my bed so neat and organized, I started a bedmaking school to help others learn the basics of housekeeping.  When Mini Me AKA Marcus first came to stay with us temporarily, he was a young, impressionable pup and I am proud to say he has been an A student.

Marcus:  Thank you, Buddy.  I am proud to be your Mini Me.  I love keeping my area clean and neat.  Here I am a few weeks ago playing in my (borrowed) neat and clean crate.  I've since outgrown it but it was fun to retreat inside away from the mess the other dogs make. 

Buddy:  As you can see, everything was in its place.

Percy:  And what place would that be, Buddy?  It looks like a mess to me and the other cats.

Marcus:  I take exception to that, Percy.  Would you like to borrow Jan's reading glasses so you can see the photo better?

Percy:  No, thanks.  I can see it fine.  I can also remember Marcus dragging our cat toys into the crate before he shredded them.

Merci:  I remember sharing sleeping quarters with you, Buddy.  You weren't happy just making a mess on your half of the bed, you'd mess up my half too.  It always looked like a family of baboons wandered through and left their trash strewn about.

Buddy:  I never!

Merci:  You always!  And this winter while you and Marcus slept in luxury, Jan covered the crate to make me a warm cave to sleep in at night.  I could never get comfortable because of all the lumps in the bedding.  If that's what you guys think is gold star bedmaking, you obviously slept through the course.

Marcus:  I thought this post was supposed to be a positive one about me and my mentor Buddy.  He taught me everything I know about being neat and clean. 

Buddy:  Just look at how organized Marcus kept his crate.

Merci:  I hate to break this to you guys, but, Marcus, you're not a Buddy Mini Me.  You're a Buddy Mini Mess.

Marcus:  Thank you, Merci. I'm so thankful Buddy saw my potential and took me under his wing ... er, paw.

We are joining Pepi Smart Dog for Thankful Thursday.

And co-hosts Ruckus the Eskie and Love is being owned by a Huskie for Thoughtless Thursday.

Tongue Loose Dr. Seuss

Hey, Percy here.  I was just walking along minding my own business and almost tripped over Buddy's step stool.

Who left it here?  It belongs in the bedroom so Buddy can climb in and out of bed, not out where one of us could trip over it. 

And look what is on it, a copy of Fox in Socks by Dr. Seuss.  We celebrated Sam and Dr. Seuss Day a couple of weeks ago.  Where did this come from?  No footprints.  No paw prints.  

Buddy:  Psst.  Marty was going to send it, remember?

Oh, that's right.  We've never actually read a Dr. Seuss book, so our friend Marty offered to send us a copy of his favorite.  I guess it has arrived. 

 

Marty said we should read it out loud.  Is he serious?

And here's a new trick, Mr. Knox.
Socks on chicks and chicks on fox.
Fox on clocks and bricks and blocks.
Bricks and blocks on Knox on box.

You need a loose tongue to read Dr. Seuss. I'm glad I don't have a speech impediment.  Still, it takes concentration and making faces as I enunciate each word so I don't make a fool of myself, in case anyone overhears me.  I wonder what Mr. Fox is up to besides confusing Mr. Knox?

Ben's band.  Bim's band.
Big bands. Pig bands.

Okay, now he's confusing me.

I have to think about this for a minute.  What does it all mean?. It can't be the answer to the mystery of life.  It must be a code.  But what could the code be for?

I've got it!  It's a new weapon of mass instruction.  I've deciphered the warning inside the front cover: Take it slowly. This Book is DANGEROUS!

I figured it out.  I broke the code.  I have to tell someone.  Anyone.  But where is everyone?  Any other time I'd be thrilled to have some time to myself.  But I'm going to burst if I can't share this intelligence with someone now!  Come on, come on, come on, someone come by.

Cyndi:  ** shakes Percy's shoulder**  Percy, you better wake up and come into the kitchen before all the treats are gone.

Wake up?  You mean I was dreaming?  But everything seemed so real.

Cyndi:  Oh, by the way, where did you find the Dr. Seuss book on the stepstool?  Jan says her friend Marty sent it to her and it disappeared before she could read it.

Well, I hope she doesn't read it out loud!  I think I've had enough Dr. Seuss to last me until next year. Unless the book really does contain a code. Perhaps I should actually read it - and stay awake this time.

**shakes head**  No, it was just a dream, a figment of my imagination. But I'm thankful there are some real treats waiting for me in the kitchen.

(This is obviously not a book review.  It's a just for fun post to thank Marty for the fun book.  In case any of you have a loose tongue and would like a copy of Fox in Socks, a Dr. Seuss book of tongue entanglements,  it's available on Amazon.com.)

We are joining Pepi Smart Dog for Thankful Thursday. 
 

 And Thoughtless Thursday, co-hosted by Ruckus the Eskie and Love is being owned by a huskie.  

Chewing Thoughtfully

Buddy:  We received a package of Newman's Own Premium Dog Treats and Jan's been too stingy ... um, perhaps I should say too busy to open the box so we can have some.

Sam:  But we prevailed.  She finally grabbed the treats and outside we went.  But she's so slow setting up for photos. 

Merci:  Here's Marcus waiting impatiently.

Marcus:  Come on, come on, come on. 

Sam: This is what the treats look like.  We asked for the small size in hopes we can finagle more out of Jan at a time.

Buddy:  They are chicken flavor. They have no wheat or corn.

Merci:  The listed ingredients are: organic barley flour, ground chicken, blackstrap molasses, carrots, apples, chicken fat (naturally preserved), rolled oats and rosemary extract.  No additives or other ingredients.

Buddy:  So, we finally get to taste test.  I'm not making a face here.  I'm chewing thoughtfully.

Sam:  Chewing thoughtfully means he's thinking about chewing more biscuits.

Merci: I'm licking my lips. 

Marcus:  I'm showing my hips.

Sam:  Who cares about your hips, Marcus?  This is a food post.

Marcus:  Well, Jan took a picture of my hips, so I'm showing them!

Marcus:  Here, this is better. You can see my face.  I'm waiting on seconds.

Merci:  You are not waiting on seconds, Marcus.  You are waiting on fourths.  Or was that fifths?

Buddy:  Seconds.  It was seconds, Merci.  I know because I was counting too.

Sam: You were not counting, Buddy, you were chomping.  It was fifths.  *eyes open wide*   Oh, I see what you're doing.  If we're waiting on seconds, Jan should give us more.  *wink, wink*  I gotcha.  It was definitely seconds Marcus is waiting on.

Buddy:  Hey, Jan, where are you going with our Newman's Own dog treats?

Sam:  Oh, well, we tried.  Maybe next time.

Buddy:  We would like to thank Chewy.com for providing us with a sample bag of treats to taste test. We all enjoyed them and wanted more.  We were not compensated for writing this post and any opinions expressed were our own.

Do Not Kick the Bucket

Buddy:  Ah, those were the days. Nothing to do but gaze upon our kingdom.

Rusty:  Yes, we all used to do a lot of this and we will again this summer.

Buddy:  Rusty, we look the same in sepia, yet you're a red/orange tabby and I'm a 2-tone brown hound.

Rusty:  You're actually 3-tone now.  Your face is white.

Buddy:  I know.  Age is creeping up on me, yet we're less than a year apart in age.

Rusty:  Must be the genes.  Guess I got lucky.  I was born a cat with good genes.

Buddy:  Well, whoever Genes is, he sure missed me.  I must have been taking a leak when Genes came around and handed out the good stuff.

Rusty:  Don't worry, Buddy.  It all evens out in the end.  Sooner or later, we all kick the bucket.

Buddy:  No, don't kick the bucket! Jan got angry when Crystal kicked the bucket a few years ago.  Especially since it was full of dirty water from mopping the floors.  It flooded the kitchen floor and made a real mess. 

Rusty:  It means ... I meant ... well, sooner or later we'll be joining all those who came before us.

Buddy:  You mean we'll see Grayce, Jenny, Crystal and Cotton again?

Rusty:  Yes.  Eventually the entire Funny Farmers Writing Club will be together again.  You'll have a great reunion and those of us who weren't born when the club formed will get to meet those who paved the way for us to blog. 

Buddy:  Well, I hope we won't be meeting in a bathtub again. It was a tight fit even then.   

Rusty:  I've heard about those middle of the night meetings in the bathtub.  Some of you have grown since then and the group has gained new members. We'll need an empty swimming pool - at the very least.

Buddy:  This sepia photo has made us nostalgic.I'm glad we are posting it.  It's brought back a lot of good memories.

We're joining Ruckus the Eskie for the Sepia Saturday blog hop. Come join him.  

Cyndi Lost Her Colors and Rusty

Stop! Hold the presses! We interrupt this pre-scheduled post with important breaking news!

Today is Rusty's 10th birthday.  

How has this oversight happened?  One guess.  Yes, Jan never turned the page of the calendar to notice this important date.  And now Rusty feels overlooked - again.  Jan, you've got to either slow down or rent a memory.

Rusty, we apologize for being late and having to add you to this post.  We really do love you.

Aw, after we posted this, Rusty received a card from our friends at Love Is Being Owned by a Husky.  Thank you!

And now for our pre-scheduled post. 

Cyndi

Cyndi:  I'm a calico.  What happened to my beautiful colors?

Buddy:  Don't worry, Cyndi, you still have them.  Jan helped us make this photo in sepia, which doesn't show colors.

Cyndi:  Oh, well, you look the same in color or in sepia.  I didn't realize I'd look so plain.  When do I get my colors back?

Buddy:  Monday, I guess.  Tomorrow is Black & White Sunday,.

Cameron:  Tomorrow is also Dr. Seuss Day, so you'll appear in living color again, Cyndi.

Cyndi:  Okay, but if I don't, I get to paint my colors back into my picture, right?

Merci:  Of course, Cyndi.  *taps Cyndi's shoulder with comforting paw*  I'm sure this must be traumatic for you.  Why don't we go into the kitchen and ask Jan for a special treat to help you cope today.

Cyndi:  Good idea.  Maybe she'll tell me what she did with my colors.

Bloggers, come join the Sepia Saturday blog hop hosted by Ruckus the Eskie.