We're Back!

Hello readers!

I missed you. Did you miss me?

You probably want to know what we did on our vacation. Well, for one, we went out to see Harriet's relatives in Boonville, NY. That's the actual name of the town where Harriet spent her brief youth.


Harriet's hutch was just up this street on the right. I am going to ask her how many times she's hopped under this bridge.

Harriet's people aren't particularly friendly. And I made a big effort, too.

I think they are intimidated by a hip city dweller like myself because some of them wouldn't even give me the time of day.


Not that it really matters what time it is when you're in Boonville.

There's not a lot going on. Harriet's cousins have a parking meter in front of their house, and they think that's really funny.


But this won't be my last trip to Boonville. I'll be back for the County Fair. I'm going to take the weasels to the hot dog pig races, and I want to see the demolition derby.

Until next week,
signing off,
your roving reporter and hip dog,
Mickey

Fish and Other Fishy Things

Hello Reader!

Guess what? This weekend Harriet and I went to the aquarium and saw some fish. This certain aquarium that we repaired to has an enormous tank in which all of the fish animals swim. Little fish, big fish, turtles, sting rays, and sharks. The official line is that they don't eat each other because they are well fed. Not so! While I was there, a large turtle demolished a fish, chomping it up and spewing raw fish debris all over the tank. It reminded me of the eating habits of a certain weasel I know. I also witnessed a sting ray biting the back of another sting ray. There was a brief scuffle, and I was splashed. Don't worry, I'm alright.

This leads me to my first point, which is that you can't believe what people tell you, no matter how important or official they seem.


Some turtles can't get enough to eat, no matter how much you feed them. Which also calls to mind that weasel referred to earlier.

Fish aren't particularly friendly. This is my second and final point. I suppose this is where the expression "as cold as a fish" comes from. I am a friendly dog. I don't think anyone would question that, and as I tried over and over to get the attention of the fish going by, I was snubbed repeatedly.

Some creatures were downright rude.


I thought this one might have been smiling at me.

But Harriet disagrees.

And really, if they weren't outright rude, they were just unrepsonsive.

I am probably being over sensitive. I feel this same way about the people in the town I live in, and yet many people are very happy living here.

But don't let me discourage you from going to your own aquarium. Just put on your thick skin and lower your expectations. Some of the fish are really quite lovely.



And with that, I leave you, until next week, I remain, your faithful and friendly dog, Mickey.