Uncle B!

We had a surprise Friday -- no, not more dead varmints, but something much better: Uncle B came to visit! The Typist didn't give us the usual signals of bandanna adornment or use of the word "comingover," so it was quite a surprise. We hadn't sniffed him in a long time.

Anyway, Uncle B and The Typist sat at the table and didn't eat any food (although I think they did partake of our signature beverage, since Uncle B designed the label). Instead of eating, they did Work stuff with the Laptops. Which I guess is okay, because The Typist says it's how we get toys and oatmeal, plus occasionally I get to blog. Oh, and apparently the way the laptops were set up was funny, because they hollered, "You sank my Battleship!" a time or two, but I don't get it.

Oh, and Happy Birfday Uncle B -- I say "Woff" and The Boy says "Wwwweeeweeeweeee!"