For Cousins R and S

A few years ago my totally awesome cousins R and S had a genius business scheme. You may have heard of "designer dogs"- fancy dog breeds made by cross- breeding usually various combinations of toy or hunting dogs with poodles. Well, R and S decided that they were going to breed and sell "designer snakes".  Yes, Designer Snakes. Unfortunately, they weren't sure that there was really a market, so their schemes didn't come to fruition.
Well, we found out today that they're not the only people who have ever had this brilliant get-rich-quick scheme.
You may recall that yesterday I posted about Mrs. J's daughter's snake's funeral. Well, it turns out that this snake (actually, these snakes) were part of their business scheme to (guess what?) breed and sell "designer snakes."
Yeeeaaaah. I think they need to put their heads together. :)

 

 

 

 

I'm afraid I just don't get the appeal of having snakes. In your home. Voluntarily.

WWFN,
Rosie

A Walk

Today, I took the humans (Kanga, Tigger and Roo) on a walk.  We went all the way around the neighborhood, and about halfway around, Kanga took off her jacket.  For some reason, she wouldn't let me carry it.  She's throw it over her right arm, and I'd go over to her right side and start nudging her hand, so she'd switch the jacket to her left.  I'd go over and sniff at her left side. I'd walk along, staring intently at her jacket. SHE NEVER GAVE IT TO ME!!! When Roo offered to let me carry her jacket, I carried it for a minute, but I just wanted Kanga's. Why wouldn't she let me carry it.
*sings*
It's a hard dog's life for me,
Living in a family,
'stead of jackets
I carry sticks.
 LIVIN' IN A FAMILY!
It's a hard dog's life.

Kanga's not in this picture. But we're on a walk and there are jackets, so it seemed appropriate.

 Love,
Little Orphan Rosie
XOXOXOXO <3 (The <3 is a heart, for those of you who couldn't tell, since it has come to my attention recently that not all my beloved readers were caught up on that particular emoticon.)

Silliness

I thought I'd take a quick break from my coverage of the Olympics to show y'all some pictures of me that the humans took after dinner a couple days ago.  I was getting some Kanga love, and Roo leaned over and put her glasses on me for some reason. :)

Maybe I should join Roo's friend who comments here as Bee (*waves hi!*) in being a librarian. :) 

Wags and kisses,

Rosie:)

The Halogens and Carbon-13

Note from Rosie: I decided that I wanted my sheep friends and Carbon-13 to make an appearance on the blog, but not being a weirdo like Tigger I wasn't able to figure out how to talk about them adequately, so the rest of this post is written by Tigger. Sorry folks. 

















So, Roo made me a set of 5 sheep and a cow because a.) she's very talented with her hands and b.) she's cool like that and c.) she thought it would be funny to indulge my wackiness. Or something like that.  The halogens are a special breed of sheep. Unlike most sheep, they do not eat grass or hay, but rather dine on electrons. Here they are in order from smallest to largest.

Fluorine:

The smallest of the sheep, but don't let that fool you! She's the most reactive one of the bunch, and is always hungry, especially for electrons. Occasionally called "Flossie" but only by the very brave. She's very bad at leaving though once she's arrived.

Chlorine:

A sweet amicable sheep who is the second smallest, although still significantly bigger than Fluorine. She is a more mild mannered ruminant and less inclined to react than Fluorine is. However when she hangs out with her good pal Sodium she gets a little bit salty. One of her favorite places to hang out is at the pool.

Bromine:

Always sporting a purple bow, Bromine is usually found low to the ground. She’s a calm, quiet sheep who is currently employed part time by a company that tests for the presence of alkenes, and she also works as a volunteer fire fighter.

Iodine:

Iodine is a modest, shy sheep, who usually allows the smaller sheep, especially Flossie, to boss her around a bit and even to take her electrons. You see, she is so big that she sometimes forgets where she puts them. Iodine, unlike Flossie, is excels at remembering when it’s time to leave. She is, simply put, a sublime specimen of a sheep.

 

 

Astatine:

What can we say about this kind sheep? A friendly, albeit rare sheep, she can be hard to find as she is often going about looking after the other sheep. She’s the quietest, most lumbering one of the bunch. She's very shy too, so most of what we know about her comes from extrapolation based on what the other sheep do.

 

After the Halogen family of sheep came to live with us, Roo decided that I needed a cow as well and so she made me one resembling the local “oreo cows”. However, this cow is special. In fact, one could say she’s 1 in 100 and she’s named Carbon-13. What makes her especially neat is that the black fur is from Rosie. She is currently employed by Nice Milk Rental (NMR) Inc.

Anyway, now that you’ve read this and are probably thoroughly convinced that Rosie lives with a pack of lunatics, of whom I (Tigger) am the chief, we can return to our regularly scheduled programming of Rosie posting about her life!

Note from Rosie: Well, I always knew she was weird, but I never knew she was THAT weird before!