Not At The Same Time

Greetings to all!  It's me, Mags!  Did anyone see the Easter Bunny yesterday?  We didn't -- but we did see two coyotes on our walk, so that was pretty cool!  Unfortunately, they were too far away for Mom to get a good photo.  Coyotes must not care for the paparazzi. Speaking of which ...

This morning we went to The Top Of The World.  When we got back down to one of the park signs, Mom and Dad asked us to jump up one the limestone and pose.  No problem!  It went a little something like ... this:

"This is so great!  We got to go to The Top Of The World!"
"Ragnar!  I thought we were doing our Serious Look!"

"Oh.  Right, Mags.  I forgot."
"No problem.  And don't look at Mom."

"But ... I'm just so happy and ... uh ... I think she has treats!"
"I refuse to look!  ... unless you stop smiling at the camera."

"OK ... but she does have treats ..."
"As long as we both don't look at her at the same time, we're OK.  Hi, Mom."

It was a close breach of Siberian Rules, but given the treat situation, no one would have blamed us.  I mean, we can't BOTH cooperate, right?!?  ... unless they're the really good treats.

Yours sincerely,

Margaret Thatcher