Hello. It's Belinda.
By the time you are reading this Midwest BunFest has come and gone. Which must be nice. Some don’t get to "go and come back."
Speaking of going somewhere my ROOMMATE roommate is leaving today. Not sure where she's headed but she's done nothing but run up and down the steps all morning. Come on.
Plus she keeps telling me to hurry up and write my blog.
“Is it ready yet, Belinda?
I need it before I hit the road.”
If she says it one more time my water bowl is "going for a joy ride."
First of all I don't rush through my blog. It’s not professional.
Secondly I don’t need her help. I'm not sure what she does to my "drafts" but I'll figure it out. There might be an app I can use.
I'm sorry if I sound grumpy but I've been like this since the insidint "incident."
It all started the other day. I was dozing behind the couch when I heard a box hit the porch. Then a second box.
Sounded like hay in my opinion. Even when I’m asleep I know what hay sounds like. That's my job.
My roommate ran down from the bedroom level and opened the front door. Next thing I know she’s “huffing and puffing” to pull the boxes into the house.
If you’re thinking I watched while she ripped off the tape and opened the flaps the answer is I didn’t. I pretended to be asleep until she returned to the bedroom.
I had to climb onto some furniture to see into the box. Which I'm not allowed to do but it was worth it.
Because when I looked down from the back of the chair here's what I saw.
That's not a trick photo.
The box was full "to the brim" with snackers, herbal blends, goormay gourmet hay and more.
TO THE TECH TEAM PLEASE CONNECT THOSE WORDS TO THE PAGES ABOUT SNACKERS AND SO FORTH.
I wish the story ended with my roommate adding those bags and boxes to my stash. Instead she carried them outside to her car. I saw her through the window.
So wherever those bags and boxes ended up I hope everyone had fun talking about chewing hay. Since everyone is an expert except spokesrabbits.
TO THE TECH TEAM PLEASE CONNECT THE WORD WHEREVER TO MIDWEST BUNFEST.
She just yelled through the floor about my blog. Which I'm going to ignore her. My advice is get into your car with your boxes and have a nice time.
If you're reading this I got my blog done and it's fine.
Sincerely,
Belinda
Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select
Belinda@smallpetselect.com
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