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It was a cool but beautiful day when Nibbles arrived in our fair town of Melissa, Texas.  We were a bit late getting to the post office, and when we got there, we found Nibbles patiently waiting on us.

 

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The first thing he did upon arrival was meet our new real buddy Koko.  She’s a long-haired Chihuahua that was given to us (more about Koko later).  Koko loved Nibbles and Nibbles loved Koko.

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We asked Nibbles if there was anything special she wanted to do while visiting us, and right away she let us know with a great deal of exuberance, that she wanted to go sight seeing.  We warned her there wasn’t much to see in Melissa, but Nibbles insisted.  So, we took her to see the Fire Station, and the local park.  That about summed up the town sights; but Nibbles fell in love with the park, so that was lucky for us.  Here she is sliding down the BIG slide:

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And she absolutely loved climbing atop Big Foot the green dragon.

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Then, she spotted the Basketball courts and threw a hissy fit because I wouldn’t play her a game of HORSE.  So… the husband initiated a game of one on one and that appeased Nibbles.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then, Nibbles spotted the cars and promptly hopped into one and away she went!  We screamed and hollered for her to come back, “Come back Nibbles!  Nibbles, come back!”  on account she didn’t have a license and all, but she wouldn’t listen.  She just stepped on the accelerator and faster she went!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We got tired of waiting for her to come back, so we gave up and decided to go on home and hoped Nibbles would be able to find her way back.  A short while later, Tom (one of our three police officers) showed up on our driveway with errant Nibbles in tow:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He gave her a citation for driving without a license and gave us a severe scolding for allowing her to drive without a license.  What ever!

And that was the end of Nibbles’ Adventure in Melissa Land.  The End.

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Buddy Update

It’s been days since dear little Philip left us, and we sorely miss him.

The guest bedroom has been spiffied up, refreshed and is ready and awaiting our next visitor, but alas… we haven’t seen hide nor hair of him as yet.  Maybe he got side-tracked along the way?  Or heaven forbid — kidnapped!  Highjacked!  Oooooh. 

But we’re still keeping our eyes peeled for Mrs. Dransen… our mail lady.  She’s been looking for our visitors, too.  Isn’t that sweet of her?

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OK, it was raining when Philip arrived in Texas, and it was raining when Philip left.  Needless to say, our outdoor activities were curtailed to the point where Philip was going nuts being cooped up inside the house.  It took every ounce of energy to keep up with the little fellow, because he just simply would not sit still! 

From the moment Philip arrived, he wanted to be and act like a real Texan.  So we loaned him our hat and our gun.

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Like I said, we were cooped up inside the house because of the rain, but the little fellow just kept watching outside and the minute the rain let up for a second, he dashed outside and flew/ran right up a tree.

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He said he could view things from up there that we couldn’t from the ground.  So I relented and let him stay up there for a few minutes.  Then, he spotted something way out at the back of the yard and off he went.  He found Myrtle!

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And Lilith!

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And Alex!  Although Alex wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about a teeny tiny pink flamingo for a friend…

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Right after, Philip discovered a few of Zee’s toys lying about and of course, he just had to try them out.  He zipped around the house fast enough to get a speeding ticket

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And he slid down the banister enough times that I seriously considered spraying furniture wax on his little butt.

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Finally, the time came for Philip to leave, and the husband, cheap as always, was actually going to charge Philip for his stay!  Here they are trying to work out the costs involved.

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Don’t worry.  I was able to talk the husband out of charging Philip for his stay.  Shame on the husband!  Anyway, it was time for Philip to leave, so we all drove him down to the local UPS place where he stoically boarded his little box and away he went to New York.  Sob.  I’m going to miss that little feller!

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Philip arrived safe and sound yesterday.  I found him on my doorstep huddled in his little pink blanket because it was so cold and wet outside.

Unfortunately, Philip and I have been housebound because we’re currently experiencing thunderstorms and high winds (which makes it a tad impossible to go outside and play).  At least this is what I’ve been trying to tell Philip but all he does is eye the wonderful yard toys and sigh.  I know he wants outside.  I know he deserves to play on Zee’s trike and swingset, and such, but it’s wet out!  I keep trying to tell Philip mud is no good.  But he seems determined to play in it.  I’ve had to keep a VERY close eye on him for fear that he’ll slip outside when I’m not watching.

I’ve tried to no avail to sit with him and read quietly.  I even built a fire so we could snuggle — but no dice.  Guess I’ll have to get out the umbrella and raincoat today because Philip’s flight is scheduled to leave tomorrow morning.

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There’s like a chance in hell these people will run across this blog, so what the hell.  This is what I thought think of the people I hung out with in high school.  The girls are probably all going under married/divorced names now, and the guys… well who cares about these guys.  For the most part they were real jerks.

Kathy Lane:  Blah blah blah boring, but you thought you were hot shit.  She probably married the guy who took her to the debutant ball, wears leopard print pants, blouses cut to there, wears jewel-studded glasses, and drinks martinis for breakfast.  She has a personal trainer who works with her to maintain her boob job, has 1.5 kids, all in private school and wearing braces.

Rachel Shapiro:  sweet kid, but too much of a follower.  If Kathy Lane told her to wear a pink and green striped skirt with a royal blue blouse…she’d do it.  Today, Rachel is probably hanging on the phone, waiting for Kathy to tell her what next to do.  Tsk, tsk.

Kathy Whipple:  Something wicked this way comes.  Kathy and I were probably  best friends and we got into so much trouble together…fun!  She was always up for whatever I came up with, and I likewise.  One time, we went on a double date, a picnic.  I got the bright idea to fix sandwiches for the guys made of Alpo.  We used two cans, made sure the sandwiches were nice and hefty, and then fed them to the guys.  The fuckwads ate the damned things and didn’t even blink an eye; in fact, they said it was “yummy”.  Spoiled all our fun.  And who the hell says “yummy”, anyway?  We dumped them after that date.

Diane Saul:  User!  Slut!  Evil!  She took the part of the Wicked Witch of the West in our high school senior play, and played it well; because that’s who she really was.  I imagine today she’s still trying to figure out new broom flying patterns.

Joni Letterman:  Stuck up, full of shit, and not a live brain cell in her head.   But she probably grew up to be the captain of her cheerleading team in college.  I’m sure afterward she had tons of offers from either porn producers or manufacturers looking for spokespersons.  Rah, Rah, Rah, Joni!

Evan Gazar:  Nice kid, but I’m still not sure about him.  He broke my heart, the dumb jerk.

Roger Chubin:  I think I had a crush on him throughout my entire high school career.  Did he know I existed?  Only when it came time to do those stupid barn dances square dances they made you do in gym class.

Michael Keizer:  A dictator in the making, even back then.  He got progressively worse as the years went by, and I don’t like to think about where he is now.  He may come after me.

Peter Bailey:  OMG.  What a hunk!  He was over 6 feet, platinum blonde hair, the lightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen — rivaling a clear summer sky, and as nice as can be.  Peter never had an unkind word for anyone about anybody.  He’s probably a priest now.

Doreen Jambo:  We were inseparable all during grade school and junior high.  We moved and were separated and didn’t hook up again until high school when her family moved to Florida.  Lo and behold, there was Doreen in my school!  I was so happy.  But the bitch acted as if she didn’t know me, and couldn’t be bothered to give me the time of day.  ME!  Her best friend ever!  And I hung with the in crowd, too.  Oh, well.  You win some, you lose some.

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