Shhhh- Don't tell Scooter (b'day surprise) & ......

Smiles for ya'll!

Well, hi guys. How is your 09/09/09 going!!!! Mom says it only happens every now and then that all the numbers match up but personally I don't find it quite as interesting as she does... Sorry Mom. Then again she doesn't like trying to get tree lobsters(squirrels). Se la vie. Different strokes and all that. I digress, however.
Scooter's birthday is coming up on the 13th. He will be 12. He made me such a nice card(well, for him) and wanted to surprise me on my birthday. Sooo, I want to do the same for him. He is a pain sometimes, but has such a sweet innosense. He's all "what, me worry?" (Hmmmm Mom says a famous magazine dude used to say that. Cover boy of MAD magazine. Do they publish that anymore?? Uh Mom digresses once again. sheesh mom, can we stay on topic????? Apparently her mind flits around as in ooohhh look at the pretty butterfly....AHEM)
As I was TRYING to say, don't tell Scooter. He doesn't realize his birthday is coming. His mind is full of "tawking" to Tan Torkelson, looking for ufo's in the yard and who knows what else.
(I don't know why neither of our birthdays made it into the DWB b'day box, but no worries.)
So Mum's the word so we can surprise Scooter! Please help me wish him Happy Birthday on the 13th!(see he's out there squinting his eyes up-tawkin to tanner he says....)
Now, about me! It's been on the boring side around here. Mom has looked at a couple places, but nothing yet. Apparently we have more time to find a place than we thought.

I wish Mom had gotten pictures of the day Scooter went missing. Most excitement we've had around here in awhile. She's calling and calling him. Looks in the yard, looking ALL over the house. (Scooter does NOT come unless he feels like it)

As we were walking around the house, Mom was starting to panic. Then, once again, who came to the rescue??? Well, of course, moi. I walked straight over to an open, partially packed box and sat down beside it. Do you think Mom had the brains to pay attention to what I was trying to tell her???????? Duh-poor mom, she just doesn't have the intelligence I do.

Then I stood up and stuck my nose in the box> She's all, SUNNY WE HAVE TO FIND SCOOTER!! Stop playing around!!!

I'm all TRYING to tell her, uh crazy woman the twerp is in this box hiding from you and you won't listen.

Finally I goosed Mr. "I doan haf tu do nuffin I doan wanna" aka Scooter and his head popped up.

He had hopped in, nested in a couple towels and was sleeping. He HAD woken up and was just ignoring Mom, roaching on the towels.(He is not hard of hearing-he just doesn't mind)

Long story long....Mom FINALLY realized what I had been doing the whole time. I got cookies!!

AAACCCCCKKKKKK Blogger will not let me upload pics -it says due to internal errors. GEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZ Mom may throw this puter out the window someday!

Too bad, I had some lovely pics of myself....Mom says she doesn't know if it is her blankety blank pooter or blogger...bah Guess we'll try later. Did you know we missed our blogaversary in Aug?? Guess dillos don't recognize the importance of those things!

Hugs

Sunny

Well, finally hours later, pics...sheesh btw Mom, a little groom is in order?!?! Golly