Chance's open house, May 20, 2009.
I liked his self portrait that is hanging from the line. It is so real to life as it is SO MUCH LARGER then those around him. I still have a very funny post I need to do on that one; just so you can get the feel of how much bigger he is then the rest of the kids in the grade.
He did capture it really well here though.
The poem inside.
Lets fast forward to about 5 days after open house.
Large crash upstairs brought us running to find this.
Rhino was okay... did not even seem shaken. Chance put him in the ball for safe keeping.
Then put the cage back together. (Well, not immediately-- after Rhino had been in his ball for an hour, Chance came to me and said he can't be in it anymore. I reminded him that he made the choice not put the cage back together, so I guess he better get on it. He did. Pet responsibilities you know)
And Pooh Bears search for food still continues. I think he just wanted Rhino's food, not Rhino for food. We have to hide the bag because he eats the hamster food.
Dumb Cat!
Once again I will remind you the cat food is out 24/7.
Hope the cat does not get my hamster;
then keep the bedroom door shut.
Definition #2. The likelihood of something happening; possibility or probability. Often used in the plural: Chances are pretty good that 3 cats verses 1 hamster... the cats will win; unless you take precautions ALL THE TIME!
1 comment:
oh this made me laugh... that picture is soooo cute of Chance he made of himself, and the poem about himself and his guina pig and then what happened.... oh priceless!!
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