Coral and Carl and the Capybara

I thought it was going to be another ordinary day.

I'm just in the back yard checking out my new bathtub. Someone put water in, but I am NOT going in there.

Stacy is proud of my new bathroom, anyway. She is showing it to Coral and Carl.

Look at my new brush! It matches Stacy! But Coral is afraid of me. Maybe because she isn't wearing purple.

Stacy demonstrates the use of my brand new purple brush.

Coral finally agrees to try the brush.

Yeah- under the chin! Stacy thinks she needs to tell Coral everything, but Coral seems to know what capybaras like.

Ha ha ha! Look at Stacy- she's sitting on my toilet!

Coral finally realized how much I like her.

 

 

Look how pouffy I am!

Coral was much more relaxed by the time we got to the Front Yard.

I was trying to do the guinea pig heads-up thing because I know Coral misses Sambal and Hello Pineapple.

Coral was very interested in my morillo until she realized it made her hand greasy! Ha ha ha, Coral!

My harness got a little sideways, but I got an apple, hours before my real Potato Time! That mostly happens when special visitors come! Thanks for being such good visitors, Carl and Coral!

Little Winky, My Duckling Friend (who wants to eat my eyeball)

When Winky first came in, I shared my milk with him and I got really pouffy.

I even let Winky share my White Rabbit Rug.

Winky looks so innocent when he is sleeping. But the next day, Winky jumped very high and pecked at my eyeball! I was just standing there minding my own business. I admit that sometimes I can be a bit boorish, but I was being a gentleman when he attacked my eye! Even when he tried to eat my eye I was a good boy.

Winky has moved out to the aviary and lives in the baby hut now. He has this little cage under the apple tree to stay in when he visits the big ducks in the back yard.

 This is Winky's Aunt Ding Dong and his Dad, Brad. When he is in this cage, there is almost always a Muscovy nearby watching over him.

Aunt Ding Dong really likes Winky a lot. She kissed him a little bit today, but he darts around like he is racing in a go-kart so he can't be trusted to stay with her.

Aunt Hershey likes him, too. While she was watching Winky, he snuck away and pecked my eyeball again. He is just a baby so I don't run away or get mad, but he is starting to be very annoying.

Winky's Mama is Cocoa. She pecks Winky gently, just enough so that he goes away. Aunt Hershey watches Winky closely when Cocoa is around.

Sometimes the mama ducks take a break, and then the guys, Norman the Flock Manager and Winky's Dad, Brad, take over watching. I think it will eventually work out having Winky outside IF HE STOPS TRYING TO EAT MY EYEBALL!

Dobby Looks Like a Hot Dog in the Morning

Is it morning yet?

I can't tell if the sun is up yet.

It was really cold last night.

Is it time for my morning milk?

Okay! If it's milk time, I'm getting up!

Just a minute. This is complicated.

Ha ha ha. Just teasing.

I can't see you because my eyes are closed.

Peek-a-boo!

It's just me. You don't have to be scared.

So weren't we talking about my milk?

The Laptop

I'm so excited about my new laptop!

It works a lot better than you might think.

See? I am writing my own blog, now!

Next, maybe my own Facebook page!

It's a little harder than just telling Stacy what to write.

But I always had to go back and edit it, anyway.

Now that I'm stuck in the corner of the kitchen it is a lot harder to get to her computer to do the editing.

I'm going to see if I can find my chicken friend Penguin.

I want her to see my new laptop.

I'll be right back.

Dang. Penguin is too busy sitting on plastic eggs to come in and check it out right now.

Well, do you like the wallpaper I picked out?

That's Caplin- don't we look a lot alike?

I'll bet he doesn't have his own laptop!

Delivery for Dobby

Sometimes trucks come to the house, but I have only gotten one real present from a truck. It was from my big brother, Caplin.

Wow- that thing is BIG!

The big thing is coming into the back yard!

That means it is MINE, no matter what it is!

Justin and Horatio are taking a little break.

That thing is heavy and Horatio is doing most of the work.

I wanted them to put it in my bedroom, but they wouldn't listen to me.

I think I know what it is but it couldn't be for me.

I'm just going to look over the edge to see what is inside it.

Besides Stacy. Why is she standing in it?

What is this, anyway? A bathroom sink?

Hey! This looks like a bathtub! I like bathtubs!

I like to have my picture taken when I am in the bathtub!

That looks like a potty, too!

My poop could go in there and go away, like it did when I was a baby living inside!

I think I am going to have a First Quality Guaranteed bathroom in my back yard!

Yippee!

The Poop Game

When I was a baby, I pooped in water in a black rubber bowl. I didn't have to learn it from anybody, it was just where I liked to poop- and pee too. Stacy would dump it out into the toilet and put new water in it. I never really drank from this bowl because I had another nice water bowl. I like milk better than water, even now.

This is me in my poop bowl when I was a lot bigger. When I got so big I couldn't really fit in this bowl, I started pooping on the ground, even though Stacy got me a much bigger bowl. Most big boys poop on the ground, even though Caplin still poops in a bowl. Caplin's owner still dumps his poop in the toilet, but Stacy refuses to carry it into the house to do that.

This is a picture of the apple tree I tried to eat. Wait a minute- weren't we talking about poop? Oh, there are no more pictures of pooping but I do want to tell you about The Poop Game.

The Poop Hole

The Poop Game is one of the best games I have invented. I like to poop on the deck right outside the kitchen door. Stacy hates this, so she usually comes right out to clean it up. She puts it into the second hole she has dug in the yard (ha ha ha I already pooped enough to fill the first hole she dug 2 months ago!) and comes back around to the deck. I always follow her and watch everything. Here is the fun part- I have made another poop on the deck right after she cleaned up the first one! I know how much she likes my poop, so I am just giving her another present. She makes a funny shape with her mouth and scoops up the second poop, goes out to the yard and puts it into the hole. I hang back a little bit and then I follow her out to the poop hole. Guess what? Ha ha ha, I have saved just enough to make one more little poop! It is not little enough to ignore, though, so she scoops it up and for the third time I follow her out to watch her dump it. That's usually the end of it. Three poops, three trips to the poop hole. Isn't that fun!