It has been an exhausting week, as you know. On Monday we all gathered at Asta's apartment in New York to welcome her home from her trip to Rome and to throw a surprise pawty for Ruby's second barkday. You must remember, you were all there. While Asta didn't get back until Tuesday night, we started to pawty on Monday soon after we arrived. That seems about right. Then when the pawty broke up on Thursday morning, on our way back home, Ruby couldn't fly her plane (we think she was sick), so Scruffy and I took the controls and we flew the plane. (I never did understand compasses.) When we "landed" in Mexico to drop off Lorenza, we missed our turn and ended up in Cancun. (Am I ever glad that sand is soft!) Anyway, while the plane was in the garage being repaired, we had some time to ourselves, so we hung out around the beach. There we were able to rest up and recuperate from our four days of pawtying, if you know what I mean. Ruby felt better the next day after her rest and some time in the sun. She was then able to resume her job as pilot and get us all home.
So, here I sit now thinkin'.
The first thing that I noticed when I got home was that my mom changed my photo on the top of my blog. Finally!! I was wondering how much longer she was going to let that old picture of me up there that was taken all the way back in February. I was such a kid then. She finally put a photo up of me as I look now, since my infamous haircut. I am a much more mature looking Koobuss.
And, that's what made me think. I began to wonder if, now that I look so grown up, if I should start acting more responsibly. After all, I am going to be eighteen months old this month. Maybe it is time for me to start behaving like an adult.