Hello!

Hello Dear Readers!

I'm back from vacation and feeling very rested. I'm also tan. Not as tan as Big Mickey, of course, but we have different genetic backgrounds.


His breed is from somewhere near the equator whereas mine is from more northern parts. He needs to get more sun than me in order to get enough Vitamin D. But enough of the science lessons, eh, dear reader?

Do remember Leguana? The hot lizard I met in the Bahamas last year?



Well, I didn't tell you before I left, but we met up in Polynesia on the island of Tonga. How was it? It was wonderful. We picked up just where we had left off in our last long-distance phone conversation, and did so over another rum punch.

I don't think I'll ever be able to drink rum punch again without thinking of my lovely Leguana and our time in Tonga. The islanders are very hospitable, and we were treated like royalty (queen and king, not duke and duchess). Here is the Tongan chief greeting us as we stepped off our boat.


He looks very stern, but he's a lot of fun.

Well, I must get back to work. As you can imagine there is a pile of correspondence on my desk and many messes to straighten out from Hector's time alone in the office. Between you and me, I'm not sure that we will leave him in charge again.

Your friend,
and world-traveler,
Mickey

Bang and Booty

Hello Readers,

It's time to open up the sketchbook. Here we have two entries: one entitled "Bang" and the other, "Booty."






They are fairly self-explanatory; which means that they explain themselves. If they aren't explaining themselves to you, here are some hints:

The Bang one is a picture of George, my neighbor, shooting the neighborhood raccoon. The Booty one is a picture of Amigo, the weasels' preschool rabbit greeting them at the entrance of their school.

Now I am off on an Polynesian vacation, so please don't expect to hear from me until late in the month. All inquiries until that time should be directed to Hector at hector@harrietandmickey.com. I would give you his phone line, but his English is so bad I don't think you'll understand him.

Your friend
and dog
in need of a vacation,
Mickey

Vacation

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,
Mickey

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,
Mickey

Earth Hour

Dear Loyal Reader,

You've probably been wondering where I've been. Well, I've been vacationing in sunny Florida. I know I should have told you sooner so you wouldn't have worried, but what can I do now?

I hope that you celebrated Earth Hour this past weekend as Harriet and I did. Harriet was reminded of her childhood in rural Vermont with no electricity and running water. I was reminded of the time the power went out.

We lit candles and read, and fell asleep soon after, nearly lighting the house on fire.


It's good to be back home, dear reader. I hope you missed us as much as we missed you.

Your devoted friends and advisors,
Harriet and Mickey