Hi everypuppy and everycat! It's me, Ammy! I have a really important tutorial for you today, but before I get to it, I'd like to thank our dear friend Marvin for his comments on Zimmie's post the other day. You know - the one where Zimmie couldn't quite figure out why the Dughallmor Beagles and Talia were in our iMac playing and "ah roo"ing instead of being in Scotland where we all thought they were!?! Yes, that one! Well, Marvin is not only the best poet in all of Scotland, but he's a mighty deep thinker, too. Listen to his brilliant words of wisdom, "Didn't you know Dearest Zim, every single iMac contains Scottish Dogs. After all, this is why it is called an iMac! As in "Aye Mac, We're all in here having a wee fling of our kilts, hoots man, och the noo and bet you cannae find us!" and various other Scottish Barkings. I hope this solves your dilemma, to be honest you would be totally and utterly amazed at how many Scottish dogs are hiding in the iMac. Aye, Mac!" Isn't that brilliant?!? Martha and Bailey Basset concurred with Marvin, saying, "We reckon that if you try you will find us in your iMac too - after all we are Scottish!" And when Zim thought about it, he remembered seeing them roaming the hills and exploring the banks of the Scottish lochs right here on our iMac. I mean, Aye Mac! Hee hee hee. So that MUST be the answer. Thank you so much for helping Zim, dear friends! :)
Now... in reading the blogs, which sadly we haven't been keeping up with as well as we'd like, I've noticed a very frightening number of you have had some ... have ... you've been ... and ... well, let's just say you might need a good hiding place. Whew. I almost passed out. OK! I have several really good hiding places. My very favorite one, where no one can find me, is under the dining room table.
My favorite hiding place!
Oh. I'm not in it yet.
Doesn't it look peaceful and serene? (Maybe I should have saved this for Serene Scenery Sunday!) Here's how it works. Let's say you're guarding the living room.
Me, Ammy, on Guard Duty
No, I was not asleep! I was watching the front door! Anyway, so let's say you're somewhere working like that, when you hear those horrid, horrid words. Oh... I can barely type them... the words... "Gee, Ams. Your coat sure looks like it could stand a bru..." I don't need to go any further, do I?
And that's when you should very quickly and quietly, while someone goes to get the b-r-u ... (shudder) -- you know what she's getting! -- do this:
"Ah! Sweet, serene safe zone!"
And even if by some remarkable fluke you are discovered... just look cute.
"Oh... hi. How did you find me? No, I don't feel like coming out. Thanks for asking, though."
And the biped in question will more than likely walk away, smiling and shaking her head, muttering about how incredibly cute you are.
That's how it's done, pups and kit-cats. My offer stands to any of you to come over and share my hiding place with me. Also available are the stair landing and my carrier. Good luck to all - and thanks again to Marvin for helping Zimmie. :)