Happy Groundhogs Day!
If the groundhog was smart he’d keep in his burrow. Unless he was a early riser, then in that case that poor groundhog was as good as Z-chow. Although the sun was covered by snow clouds you could see the sun beaming through. I prayed Spring would arise early. No more pedaling through snow. Of course the blood stains and the prints in the snow give me a future route to my migration. Though the constant nose bleeds from extreme cold winds give me away for them Z’s….It started raining, I guess it was always ture what they say about Syracuse weather. For such a unknow holiday it makes me sick of white and begging for green. February should be known as “Cabin Fever” month.
P.s. The Z’s seems to be grouping and heading to the Carousel. I’ll meet them there. Locked and loaded. Hope that groundhog made the best of his holiday.
Daddy told me you were sick and that I couldn’t be around you. I know you’re in pain because I can hear you moaning and gurgling through the metal door Daddy built. Daddy also told me that you put up a fight being put in that box. He said Scruffy had to go with you. To keep you company. I hope he’s okay…I haven’t heard him bark in a couple of days. Are you feeding him, Mommie? I want you to know Daddy said were going on a trip. He didn’t tell me when we were coming back but I’ll bring you a gift. Mommie, please get better soon. I wish you could go with us but Daddy would be mad if I asked you to go along. Daddy said you keep him up and night and he just might as well “shoot that bitch.” I don’t know why Daddy would talk about you like that. Maybe he’s just mad that you got sick. Well Mommie, I have to go. Daddy says that nightfall is coming and if I don’t blow my candle out, more sick people like you will come and get me sick. And Daddy doesn’t want that. I love you Mommie. And please get better soon.
P.S. Don’t forget to feed Scruffy! I don’t want him to die.