Everybody Needs a Darla

I heard the most alien sound coming from Jo's room this morning. I sounded like giggling. But wait...that can't be right. Jo barely groans first thing in the morning. Sometimes I get a good morning grunt...but NEVER a giggle. Oh, crap....what if something is wrong. What if it isn't a giggle and she is actually having a seizure or something. So I run like mad calmly walk into her room to check on her. When I woke her up this morning I let Darla in to do the actual waking....I'm not risking losing a limb to her lack of morning etiquette. So now I see Darla perched next to Jo and every time Jo turns her head to look at Darla...Darla nips at her nose and then wags her cute curly tail like mad. Oh, the fun game this little midget has found. She pounces playfully at Jo and her nose. So funny to watch....even funnier to listen to.

On a sad note....I am dedicating the last portion of this post to our newly departed friend Bleeker. Poor Bleeker met his maker some time early this morning. Sources confirm that Bleeker was found floating on his side in his tank he shares with his companion Juno who is maintaining her innocence in the matter.....although she has no one to confirm her alibi.