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Well, Phil-da-Lad is all growed up and 'Tellygint now.
Guess you knowed dat.
Like me, he has gone frum being a Youngbun to being a Top Bun - well, not rilly onna'count obba fakt dat Hoomins habba dif'frunt kinda Hierarchy den Rabbits.
So we will say dat Phil-da-Lad is All Growed Up.
Maman sed datta Naby did it.
Ennyways, he is coming to Bun Sit. Dis issa 'Pawtant Job, which means dat he will hab to do Whut We Say.
Now da Dawg says dat Phil will hab to do Whutta Dawg Says, and dis is fine wif us, so long as it is just inna way obba Dawg going in-and-out fru da Back Door toda Gardin and alla dat stuff.
Anna Fat-Cat says dat Phil will hab to do Whutta Catz Says. Which is also fine wif us, so long as it has to do wif Feeding Catz Sumwheres Uppastairs Where Dey Libs.
Oh, and turning on the Air Con Dishywasher for dem, so dat the Catz don't ged too hot.
Onna'count obba fakt dat it is s'sposed to ged VERY hot dis week-end.
And NO PET should be left inna too hot!
Dis is troo. Because ALL PETS NEED: Acess to clean water, cool air and a clean, shady rest area in hot weather!
Nebber fortyged dis.
Which is anudder reezon why Phil-da-Lad is coming to stay heer wif us.
Oh, and also In Case Ob Emergencies.
Maman says dat dere allus hab to be an Emergency Plan dat Inkloods da Pets so her plan inkloods Phil being heer to take care ob us whin she and Dadda mite not be.
So we, Alla Us Togedder at Our Warren are hokay wif dat, too.
As Missy sed, "As long as the treats come afta da salads, den, hokay, I kin lib wiffit."
But dere's wun fing - I won't be 'lowed to do my Blog!
Can you beeleeb it?
I can't blog, onna'count obba fakt dat Phil-da-Lad doesn't know ennyfing aboud typin' in Lagomorphin like Maman, and so he can't help me!
So I can't type!
I told Maman to let Alla Us Togedder do it all on our own, like usta happin wif Belinda Bunny, but she sed dat prob'ly culdn't happin! Can you Beleeb it?
Well, mebbe I will make it werk!
I WILL put out anudder blog entree BIFORE 4 JUNE!
At least I fink so.