Now, Deborah would like to say a few words. Oh, nevermind, she has just fainted.
While she is recovering, I (Bailey) am going to gush about Maximus, my new puppy. He's a German Shepherd, and when he's not chewing on our fingers, he's getting into some other sort of trouble. Tonight, while we were enjoying a delicious meal of chili stackups, a most unpleasant stench filled our nostrils. The sudden smell of sewage and dead fish brought tears to our eyes. Gagging, we turned our heads toward the source, and there, wagging happily and prancing toward us, was Maximus. We didn't know what he had gotten into, and we don't particularly want to know. Poor Maximus was then tossed into the bathtub and scrubbed viciously. After many yelps heard over the roaring of the blow drier, Maximus is now fluffy and smells like fresh green apples. Now Deborah has mustered up some courage and will type something.
The fear on my mind is unbearable, but I must force my trembling fingers to touch the key board. First things first, I will say, "Hello." There, that wasn't so hard. I think I'm getting the hang of this. Tonight Bailey and I are hanging out at her house, but we have had the most troublesome time deciding what to do. We sit around talking and asking each other over and over, "What should we do?" This question is so hard to answer! We flipped through a stack of Bailey's movies saying, "Oh yes, that's a good movie. . . yea I like that one," but we could never choose which one we wanted to watch. Finally we found out what we should do. We gathered around Bailey's computer - munching fruity gummies - and wrote on our blog together.
Now that our job is complete, we bid you farewell and good night.
