Thursday, February 25, 2010

A Case of Recovered Memory: in which Buster finds the Wilsons of Autumn as a result of melted snow.

Yes, the temperature finally reached a tropical 8 degrees Celsius the other day. The sun glared down upon the firmament, creating a scorching desert. The accumulated snow of months proceeded to melt.

And what should appear? Mammoth bones? No-- Wilsons!



It was a moment of ineffable joy for Buster.

I watched him with detached curiosity. His tiny brain had become overwhelmed with portents of spring--with dreams of emerging greenery and the certain knowledge that, in the not-too-distant future, he could spend every minute of every waking hour chasing and mouthing his beloved Wilsons!


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This was a true triumph of joy over reason! It was a lovely thing to behold.

Your faithful correspondent,

Bailey

P.S. For those who have expressed concern regarding the whereabouts of Persephone, she has surfaced. Her confessional may be found below !



4 comments:

Khyra The Siberian Husky And Sometimes Her Mom said...

I think that looked like WilsonOvFURload!

Hugz&Khysses,
Khyra

bbes tribe said...

Fun ahead!!! Lots of Wilsons to play with & chase.
Wags
Ernie, Sasha, Chica

Maggie and Mitch said...

We're so glad you found all of your old Wilson buddies, Buster! Have fun playing with them!

Love ya lots,
Maggie and Mitch

Sue said...

It looks like that tail is going to wag right off. Have fun with your Wilson's, Buddy. It's ball playing season again. Yeah!!!