Monday, May 26, 2008

Run Down

Hello Loyal Reader,

I hope you enjoyed your Memorial Day. I spent my day looking for new sources of energy. Weasels are well-known carriers of all sorts of viruses, pestilences and general contagions. And a small dog like me is liable to contract one now and then.

My last bout with illness has left me feeling lifeless and dull.

I have tried coffee and chocolate with some results: shakiness and excess fat. And now I am exploring energy drinks.

I like the orange ones because they look energetic, and I hope to be back on top of my game next week.

Yours in sickness and in health,

Tuesday, May 20, 2008


It's Harriet here. Mickey is too tired to write today, and yesterday too, so I am taking a turn. Why is Mickey so tired? Perhaps it's from those late night talks on the phone with Leguana.

I would like to talk to you today about The Invention of Hugo Cabret. It was listed as a book we were reading this spring, but it deserves more attention. It's a very thick picture book/novel about a little boy who discovers a broken automaton. An automaton is a mechanical contraption that can perform tricks, like sing or dance. The best part of the book is the wonderful illustrations by Brian Selznick.

Here is a cool video of a mechanical book from the automata blog.

It kind of sounds like Mickey getting a massage.

Yours in books,

Monday, May 12, 2008


I know you all want to hear about my vacation. And luckily I took pictures! And videos!

It's a long trip to the Abacos. Or Los Abacos, as I like to call them when I'm speaking Spanish. You have to ride on a small propellor plane that's about 30 years old with a moaning engine that gets loud and soft, loud and soft like any moment it's going to stop altogether. I know I seem like the fearless type, but when we passed over the ruins of a plane wreck, I thought my dear reader, that I might never write to you again.

Naturally the first thing I did when I arrived was to get a massage to soothe my nerves. Can you hear the waves crashing in the background?

After this I had a rum punch, which is what the natives drink. Look at this cutie.

Her name is Leguana. Leguana and I shared quite a few rum punches. And there's much more to tell, but I must sign off

Assuring you that your most
devoted friend will relate more of his Bahamas adventures
in the next installment,
I remain,

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Vacation! Vacation?

Dear Reader,

Guess what? As you read this, I will be on vacation-- and without the weasels. That is what's called a double vacation. I have been invited on a group trip to the Abacos Islands in the Bahamas. Sounds lovely, doesn't it?

The only problem is I know nothing about it. I have relied completely on my friend Rachel

who is planning this thing to celebrate her 6th birthday. My 6th birthday is coming up, so I like to view this as my birthday trip, too. Did you know 6 is the new 5?

Anyway, I write this entry first so that you might know that I am an international traveler, and second so that you will notify the police if you don't see another entry from me next week.

Why? Because I have just finished reading Saving Fish from Drowning. In this book, unprepared tourists are abducted by a religious cult and made to eat insects. They nearly die from malaria! Why? Because they blindly follow their tour guide and do whatever they're told. And this, dear reader, has been exactly my own behavior. I don't even know how to pronounce Abacos, let alone find it on a map. I may be walking into a giant cult trap.

I know some of my readers may see me as a savior as sorts, but what if these native Bahamanians take this literally and expect me to deliver them from their miserable but sunny existence?

Please keep me in your thoughts, dear reader, and you will be rewarded.

Yours on vacation,