Lucky Stars

While we were in Sedona, we sat outside because we could see the stars.  This is my first time to see the Milky Way.  Mommy is always saying she thanks her lucky stars, I don’t know which ones are the lucky ones and which are the unlucky ones.  I thanked them all anyway.

Lucky stars in Sedona
Lucky stars in Sedona

Buffet means food

Mommy told me that on Saturday I could have a buffet.  I didn’t have a clue what a buffet was and I worried about it for 4 days.  I wondered if it was a trip, or a pet or if it hurt.

So today, Mommy said it was buffet time and she picked me up and took me outside.  I was so nervous I tried to claw my way back to the sofa.  She put me down in the middle of all the weasel dirt that we made a month ago.  Except, it wasn’t just weasel dirt.  There was food coming out of it, all over the place!!!

I ate and ate and ran to the next one and ate some more.  My tummy was full and everything tasted so good.  When I couldn’t eat another bite, I got good and comfortable on the rocks and almost fell asleep.  Mommy woke me up and told me that my buffet was over for the day, she took me inside and gave me a bath.  So, a buffet is food with oodles of choices.  I like buffets.  So, basically, the difference between buffet and dinner is that dinner comes on a plate and with a buffet you get to eat it while it comes out of the ground.  I need a dictionary.

Bob and the pea plants

Resting after eating my buffet.
Resting after eating my buffet.

Pterodactyl in my dining room!!!

There is a great big Pterodactyl in my house!  I want to eat it!  And I will.

Mommy said it is a dragonfly and she is trying to get it to go outside.

Pterodactyl Watch

I know for a fact that it is not a dragonfly.  I am a dragon and I can’t fly.  If any dragon in the whole wide world could fly it would be me because I am extraordinary and I work very hard at doing everything.  I tried to fly about a year ago and I had to go to the Exotic Animal Hospital in Tempe, AZ not once but twice.  That is why I have a hard time with one of my legs.  So dragons not only don’t fly, but we don’t even have wings.

I looked in Google to make sure I identified this tasty (I hope) creature.  I typed in flying, long thin body, very long wings and delicious.  It came up with Pterodactyl, so that is what it is.

We need to catch it right away before I become friends with it.  I can’t eat my friends.  It has been living in our dining room ceiling fan for almost 2 days.  I stay really still and it comes out of the ceiling fan and start flying around, but I can’t seem to get near it.  If nothing else – it is 93% fascinating and 7% annoying.

 

Trying to catch this Pterodactyl requires more patience than I thought.  It better be delicious.
Trying to catch this Pterodactyl requires more patience than I thought. It better be delicious.

Compromise?

I have a habit of crawling into a very tight corner and Mommy has a habit of getting upset when she has to move the bed and get me out.  So we compromised.  She bought me a great big stuffed frog and a big huge stuffed dragon, and put it in the corners so that I can’t climb down into it.

Mommy calls it a compromise, but I think she just made a rule.

There was probably a better way for Mommy to block the corners I get into, but I really like this one.
There was probably a better way for Mommy to block the corners I get into, but I really like this one.
This one is a little harder for me to climb, but it can be done!
This one is a little harder for me to climb, but it can be done!

What good is Math?

Stevie is always concerned about numbers.  He said that all of the things in the whole Universe are figured out by using math.  And being that he is an alien, I guess he should know.  My problem is that I don’t understand counting.

I mean, there is one.  There is a couple, a few, a whole bunch and oodles.  What is a good number and what isn’t?  Like if you had oodles of leaves to eat – that is good.  If you had oodles of fire ants, that is bad.  So I don’t understand why I should have to know my numbers.

Stevie has gauges and stuff in his cage that have numbers and dials.  I don’t have a cage at all, so I don’t know what to do with the number of anything if I did bother to count.

I think he likes numbers better than sleep.  Maybe he is dialing into his planet or something.
I think he likes numbers better than sleep. Maybe he is dialing into his planet or something.
Stevie is very concerned about numbers.  He thinks I need to know them.
Stevie is very concerned about numbers. He thinks I need to know them.