Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Too much fun! (by Ojo)
Ojo here!
Too... much... fun.....
Pant pant pant pant pant.
I cannot stop, but I cannot keep going either!!!
Have you ever had Too Much Fun?
Too... much... fun.....
Pant pant pant pant pant.
I cannot stop, but I cannot keep going either!!!
Have you ever had Too Much Fun?
Monday, March 9, 2015
My meaning of life (by Ojo)
Ojo here!
Cobi - Life is about meat and cheese, squirrels and bunnies, and running as fast as you can!
Oh, okay. Yes. Life is also about love. But also - RUNNING!
Time to run again. Can I run now? Thank you please!
Cobi - Life is about meat and cheese, squirrels and bunnies, and running as fast as you can!
Oh, okay. Yes. Life is also about love. But also - RUNNING!
Time to run again. Can I run now? Thank you please!
Sunday, March 8, 2015
The meaning of life, still wondering...
Or... wait...
Is life about just being here? Being with my person. Smelling things. Running fast. Eating yummy food. Sleeping well. Cuddles and pets and love.
Oh, that must be it! Life must be about love!
Don't you think?
Is life about just being here? Being with my person. Smelling things. Running fast. Eating yummy food. Sleeping well. Cuddles and pets and love.
Oh, that must be it! Life must be about love!
Don't you think?
Saturday, March 7, 2015
The meaning of life too
Is life about a bench in the sun, and the fresh breeze on my fur?
Or is it about the cheese in your pocket? (More cheese, please!)
Or is it about the cheese in your pocket? (More cheese, please!)
Friday, March 6, 2015
The meaning of life?
I sit here, in these spring flowers. These spring flowers, which I are bright yellow. (I see yellow very well you, know.)
Above me is the open sky. The big, beautiful sky, which is bright blue. (I see blue very well too, you know.)
The grass beneath me is cool. Fresh. Fragrant.
Ojo is running, always running, but I sit still. I smell the breeze. I smell the flowers and the birds, the ocean and the grass.
And I wonder... What is the meaning of life? Why am I, Jacobi K. Lintott Press, here? Why are these flowers here? Why is my person here?
Why does the earth grow grass? Why is chicken yummy and bananas yucky?
Any why oh why does Ojo never stop running?
Above me is the open sky. The big, beautiful sky, which is bright blue. (I see blue very well too, you know.)
The grass beneath me is cool. Fresh. Fragrant.
Ojo is running, always running, but I sit still. I smell the breeze. I smell the flowers and the birds, the ocean and the grass.
And I wonder... What is the meaning of life? Why am I, Jacobi K. Lintott Press, here? Why are these flowers here? Why is my person here?
Why does the earth grow grass? Why is chicken yummy and bananas yucky?
Any why oh why does Ojo never stop running?
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Good bye, Whistle Ball! (by Ojo)
Hi hi hi! Ojo here!
Something SAD! Something TERRIBLE!
It started off as something AMAZING...
Chasing my Ball! Running with my Ball!
This is Whistle Ball! Whistle Ball is orange. Whistle Ball goes pheeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwww as it flies through the air! It is very light so it flies very far! Also because it is light it bounces very high!
I love my Whistle Ball!
But then... TRAGEDY!
I was hot! I was tired! I opened my mouth....
And Whistle Ball fell out.
My person looked. And looked and looked and looked.
Her eyes are no good. She did not find Whistle Ball. This was very sad. What am I going to do now? Where did you go, my beloved Whistle Ball?
Something SAD! Something TERRIBLE!
It started off as something AMAZING...
Chasing my Ball! Running with my Ball!
This is Whistle Ball! Whistle Ball is orange. Whistle Ball goes pheeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwww as it flies through the air! It is very light so it flies very far! Also because it is light it bounces very high!
I love my Whistle Ball!
But then... TRAGEDY!
I was hot! I was tired! I opened my mouth....
And Whistle Ball fell out.
My person looked. And looked and looked and looked.
Her eyes are no good. She did not find Whistle Ball. This was very sad. What am I going to do now? Where did you go, my beloved Whistle Ball?
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