Raw Food Diet, Day 455- Of Songs and Snoozel Spots

Dudes! The blogging machine is back! It's cleaner than ever and mom says that almost all of its guts are brand new. I guess she really missed the thing because it was a very joyful reunion. Why are humans so strange?

Speaking of strange, you've got to hear what my dorky brother did. Mom was running with someone named Errands and she stopped at a shop that had dog beds on sale for only 5 pieces of cheese. With her handsome beastly sons in mind, she grabbed one and brought it home. It was so awesome! Except nerd bomb Big Pupi thought it was a giant stuffy and he spent the day nibbling and thrashing it - not sleeping in it! In fact, he never once climbed in to nap. He just nibbled...And folded and nibbled...
And he was not at all pleased to have me laughing at him and making fun of his loser-ness.
Dude, it's a BED! Not a stuffy! It took most of the day for Big Pupi to grow tired of the new toy, and when he finally left it I flew through the air and curled myself up tight inside the cozy cushioned comfy-ness.
My bum LOVES soft snoozel spots! After my stinkbutt bro saw what it was really used for, he kicked me out and took over the nappies zone. Not fair! For the next few days we brawled over the bed until mom finally got a clue and brought home another. What was she thinking only getting one? Beasts don't share!

Eventually our new Beds of Awesome Bum Snugglies migrated onto the sofa and Pupi and I would log in all of our snoozel hours in them. Curling up inside one would make my eyelids heavy and it was never long before my face would make snoring sounds.
Like most beasts of great intelligence, after a few days with the new delight I began to grow bored of just snoozeling in it, and wondered what else it might be good for. I certainly didn't want to weeble in it, and mom wouldn't let me bring a raw chicken wing in it to feast (I tried!), so what's a brilliant boy to do?

I know! I'll sing! I tested my vocal cords on a little ditty, and let out a few bars of a Puccini aria.
Big Pupi must not appreciate my fine vocal stylings, because he immediately began to bury his head and cover his ears. This guy wouldn't know talent if it sniffed his bum!
Figuring that the stinkbutt could use a little culture, I let the melody come blazing from the depths of my beastliness.
I guess Pupi finally came to his senses and surrendered to the music.
Finally feeling relaxed and tired, I rested my finely-tuned screaming... er... singing pipes and dreamt of my refined beastly self taking the lead in "O mio feastado squirrelo." I would be crazy awesome! The audience would stand, clap, cheer and throw cheese and small animals!
And now speaking of small animals, my nerdy sweater was finished 2 weeks ago. I look like a preppy nerd-bomb! And here I thought it would be a sweater covered in squirrel meat. NO! Not so. It wasn't nearly as cool or delicious. Mom made me pose for so many pictures I almost couldn't take it. My chin was just so tired.
Thank goodness it's too warm outside to wear that thing. I don't know what I would do if my bark park friends saw me in it. I'd have some major explaining to do.

Well, there's a lot more to say and show, but I guess mom's behind on some work and needs to take over the blogging machine for a while. We'll continue with the updates soon! Hope all of our feasting friends are well.

Squirrel sweaters are NOT tasty.
Word to the wise, yo.
Stanislaw