Showing posts with label coughing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coughing. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

A Goose in the Closet


Rusty:  What are we writing about today?

Micah:  I don't know.  What do you want to write about?

Rusty:  I have no idea.  Preferably something quiet.

Micah:  I know what you mean.  My ears are still ringing from the almost non-stop coughing and honking that have been going on around here for so long.

Rusty:  Too long.  I'm starting to think Marcus is hiding one of his goose friends in a closet or under the bed.

Micah:  Yes, he's the only one around here that is getting any rest.  He can sleep through anything!

Rusty:  We could keep him awake by making him a recording of Jan honking and hacking and then play it at full volume.

Micah:  Nah, better not.  We'd all have to listen to it.

Rusty:  Not if we lock him outside in the dog pen and play the recording for him.

Micah:  But it would disturb the neighbors and that could become embarrassing.

Rusty:  How so?

Micah: I've heard humans get embarrassed when the police come knocking at the door.

Rusty:  Oh, right.  So what should we do?

Micah:  Do you hear that?

Rusty:  What?  I don't hear anything.

Micah:  Exactly. Either Marcus let the goose out of the closet or Jan is taking a moment to breathe.

Rusty:  Did we ever decide what we're going to post about today?

Micah:  I don't have any suggestions.  Maybe we should just skip posting today and have a nap instead.

Monday, February 20, 2017

Tunnel Traffic Jam


Buddy:  Jan owes us lots of treats.  Because of her we didn't even get a post up before we went to bed last night.

Percy:  And we haven't had much sleep the last few days either.  All we hear is cough, cough, cough, hack, hack, hack, honk, honk, honk.  It's like living inside a tunnel during a traffic jam with everyone blowing their horn.

Buddy  And the germs.  I can't believe the germs she's spreading.  The least she could do so we can rest and not catch her germs is to go outside and sleep in the doghouse.  Most of her should be able to fit in there.  It's not like it's raining or anything.

Percy:  We hope your peeps are all well so you furries don't have to go through this.  We furries are exhausted!   

Buddy:  We need ear plugs.  Desperately.  Before we all go deaf.