Bubsy: Where you at sissy? Wake up…It’s blogging time on a lazy Sunday morning after time change! ⏰
Sissy: It’s bright and early and we’re still in our pjs…why not stay in my pjs when I’ve lost an hour of sleep? Anyway, I’m lucky to still be in Texas after all the high winds, lots of rain, and booming thunder we’ve experienced this week. Those winds threatened to blow me to Oklahoma. Mercy! Quite the week of weather!
Bubsy: It appears March came in like a lion! 🦁
Sissy: So far I’m not a fan of March. Let’s rewind time and go back to February. Our February this year wasn’t too bad.
Bubsy: Other than our crazy weather that seems to be addicted to keeping us on our toes….what’s going on around here?
Sissy: Well let’s see….we’ve had crazy weather. Mom had another super hard week. I have been a sassy brat according to mom…oh and you almost died twice. 😱
Bubsy: Yep, it’s true it was not a good week for me. My first close call was when I was standing in the kitchen minding my own business. And by minding my own business I mean overseeing what the humans were up to.
Sissy: Someone has to watch them at all times.
Bubsy: Apparently someone has to watch them so close to know when to react. Anyway, I’m standing there, then I heard dad let out a weird sound. I looked upward and quickly noticed an object flying at me…I backed up and right in front of me lands a knife. A big knife! Dad got wild with a knife, dropped it, and almost took me out. Mom exclaimed with total panic in her voice. Along with being none too happy with dad.
Sissy: This is precisely why I’m never seen in the kitchen when food is being prepared. 😉
Bubsy: True statement….sissy never hangs out in the kitchen. Anyway, skip ahead to Thursday night. Oh, Thursday! I thought it was over for me.
Sissy: I thought the same.
Bubsy: It was treat time for us. This was our nightly treat time which is given to us by our dad. He gave both of us mini dingo bones. Next thing I know, I am struggling big time. I couldn’t breathe. I started moaning and making weird noises. I was struggling so much I was desperate to make any kind of noise.
Sissy: And he was making so many alarming noises I stopped eating my treat to see what was going on with him.
Bubsy: Yep, poor sissy stopped eating while I was practically dying. Mom completely hit the panic button. Dad remained calm but wasn’t doing anything to help me necessarily. Then mom got it together and took charge. Arguing briefly with dad on how to help me. Once mom decided to take charge she grabbed me and got me in a position to get the bone stuck in my throat to come out. Such sweet relief and I could breathe again! Needless to say I was done eating for the night and all I wanted to do was go to bed.
Sissy: The worst part…other than him almost choking to death was that I lost my treat too. After his incident mom took my treat away. 😡
Bubsy: Mom may have overreacted but all mini dingo bones were tossed out on Thursday night. She’s not willing to take that chance ever again.
Sissy: But the minis are mine. Dad gave you the wrong kind and that’s why you choked. And boy was mom mad at dad for giving you the wrong treat.
Bubsy: Yep, mom even yelled at dad questioning how dare him ignore the note she has taped to the bag that says in BIG letters “for Sissy ONLY”.
Sissy: Oh geez, dad almost took you out twice this week…knife incident and choking incident. It’s clear to see I’m definitely dad’s favorite! 😉 Even though I had to deal with the rainy weather I still had a better week than you.
Bubsy: Yes, you had a better week than me. But I’m mom’s favorite! 😉 And on that sentiment we will wrap this up. I’m going to go rest up for what will hopefully be a better week for little me.