Is that a car I hear? I’m NOT coming in from this garden for anything!
That’s The Return in French, which I’m sure is evident and not to be mistaken for le detour, which is what mama and papa appear to have made on this trip seeing as how they did a little jog to MAUI, for goodness sake and then back to Dallas and then back to Austin and the back to ME, LOULOU, patiently waiting by the door for the car to pull up (haha, I wasn’t anywhere NEAR that door or listening for a car—so there!).
So I took the afternoon to sniff around the suitcases and put together a brilliant smeller’s itinerary of where they had been and what they had been doing and if, indeed, they were following through on their THREATS to enlarge our perfectly nice-sized family, and guess what?
THERE WAS NO CHOW AND NO ITTY BITTY CUTSEY-POOTSIE KITTY IN THAT LUGGAGE!
So I guess I’ll come in from the garden and get rubbed.
I don’t think the punishment quite fits the crime…
Good stare Loulou, it beams out your feelings about this latest abandonment. Perhaps they will stay put now? Sometimes a lighter paw approach to guilty anthros, is better.
Now where is the hamper full of global, foodie delights?
Maybe it is hidden in the suitcase?
At least no doggies or cute kitties stowed away in there!
Luff
Mungo
Oh, they brought back some chocolate from a company called “Lick” that tastes like s’mores!!!! Can you believe that. I thought I had to toast a marshmallow, but no…everything is right in the chocolate bar! So cool. Still, I was looking for Costco salmon