What's Up, September?

Woofsy, its the BER months

and BER months in my country means

well, BER months.

The hoomans start their countdown to

Christmas . . .

Well, I hate counting . . .

my job is to find a good resting place . . 

. . . lately, it ain't easy . . .

I tried the chairs too so I won't be seen . . .

No such luck.

Of course, I always go to my house . . .

. . . and re-arrange my pillows

but the Babur pup goes to his house

which is next to mine

and snores like mad!

I tried sneaking in Luchie's room

and hides under her bed . . .

. . . which is pretty cool.

And when I get out . . .

. . . somedoggy is waiting . . 

Duh.

Babur can be so annoying.

Of course,

when Babur gets bored asking

he sneaks on the hoomans . . 

. . . Mr. Wazzup in action.

The September girl Loyd gets a good wet bday kiss.

There ya go.

Good dog!

Oh-oh.

Here's another member of the What's Up club:

MamaMia!

You guys better think of something to say

or you will never hear the end of it!

I told you so, Petrocelli!

Keeper will blah on and on

and wazzup you to boredom!

Talk of Keeper:

Last month, Keeper said goodbye to me.

She told me she might leave soon

but then she changed her mind.

She said she will bring me with her.

I was quite excited and waited all day . . .

. . . and weeks, and month . . .

but now, she told me 

we ain't leaving.

She said she is leaving tomorrow

but she will be back by weekend.

Keeper gave me lots of hug time all month.

Lots of brush time, massage time,

sing time, drool time,

and she said it is because

she might not be able to do all these

when she returns

because she will be radioactive toxic

and will stay away from us for a month.

And there goes my October.

Lots of Me time.

Lots of time with the "wazzup" gang.

And lotsa time to drool off.

And before I end my September saga

here is Babur's drool

from his nap:

It says a lot about September.

How was yours?