Shattered Sunday

We are still trying to come to grips with the passing of our friend Oscar. I am very sad and mopey.

Stewy isn't in the mood for fun today either.
Ozzy the youngest of our group volunteered to blog today. He has a show and tell, OR should I say a show and tattle-tale.
Hi everypup, it's me Ozzy.

My hooman sister J-I has something called an armadillo lizard. She keeps the spiky creature named Maynard in an aquarium and feeds him poor little crickets. I like to sit in front of the aquarium at night and listen to the cricket's sing, Mum catches me in J-I's bedroom intently looking into the tank. Last weekend J-I asked Mum to keep an eye on Maynard while she was away for a few days. I volunteered to help and I was quite serious about my duties. J-I moved the tank into our living room so it would be easy for Mum and I to keep watch over Maynard.

Ahem... I hate to tell on Mum but she is a bit of a rough-houser. Sunday evening Mum yelled out "where's your ball, where's your ball"? How can a dog resist? I brought her Nugget's Cuz and we played fetch. Mum would bounce the ball from the kitchen off the wall in the dining room into the living room, and I would bring it back. It was all good fun until -crash! Somehow the women with a non-existent throwing arm managed to bounce that ball straight into the lizard's aquarium. Poor Maynard was not hurt, but I know he must have been terrified as he tried to become one with his little log house.

We were able to buy a new tank even though it was past 11pm; thank Dogness for the 24/7 Wal-Mart. J-I has since put Maynard back in her room, and Mum has been asked to roll balls in the house from now on -The fish sitting on our kitchen table is ever-so grateful.

I hope this doesn't hurt my chances of lizard sitting in the future.