Hi there! This is Sluggo again.I guess part of Wilma's return to being the tough as nails diva that she is, is to delegate, delegate, delegate.
Why else would she let me post in her blog twice in one week?
Well, whatever the reason, I am very excited to tell you about my special day on Sunday.
That guy in the picture up there laying next to me is my bromantic partner Oscar.
We went to a concert together with his brother Max.
Plus one of my favorite small humans was there,
her and I have a special connection...
She took me on lots of walks, and to meet other small humans, mostly of the female persuasion.
The little girls love me, and I love them.
I felt like a rock star!
But the only real rock star who was there was my Dad!
I was really into the show, he played an acoustic set of [insert name of popular 60's band with a huge following of hippies and the like who's lead singer died 15 years ago, I think his name was Jerry].
Dad might get upset if word of this gig got out. I guess these sets are pretty exclusive. He hadn't played these tunes probably since around the time the fat man kicked the bucket.
I didn't care, I was mesmerised, and couldn't take my eyes off of him.
You may have noticed the conspicuous absence of two particular Sunflower Sisters that I live with. Well, it's because they weren't there.
They were at their vacation home at Grammy and Grampy's house.