If the news is kind of old, is it still news? What is time, anyway? Does anybody really know what time it is?
Hi. My name is Dobby and I’m writing today’s blog post.
We had some serious rain today, and a waterfall magically appeared in the aviary, coming from the neighbor’s back yard. It oozed across my back yard, pooled up by my bathroom, and flushed itself away. Whoosh! Just like that.
The water came and then it went away.
We had another exciting event recently: I broke my harness, and broke a fence, too! Super-Capybara! My super-power seems to be wrecking things.
My harness caught on the picket and I was running so fast I just broke the welds on the fence! I’m not sure why people think we are slow, lumbering animals. We are SWIFT! And CLUMSY! Not a very good combination.
This is Grover, and we thought he was sick, but he isn’t now. We all have our ups and downs.
Kitty Hawk is just a downer. He wants to be held and petted CONSTANTLY, and that, of course, takes attention away from ME. Enough said.
My hens, on the other hand, share their birdseed with me. I’m a little sad about that yellow one, Madonna. She isn’t here any more.
Time to go to the front yard. Watch that birdseed for me, okay? Don’t let the chickens eat all of it.
There is a snack bar on the way to the front yard, if you go the long way ’round.
I’m stalling a little bit because we have to use the old standby harness. It doesn’t smell right.
I just have to mark a few things, I’ll be right with you.
The main reason why we go to the front yard is so that I can eat grass and bamboo. I’ve kind of worked it so that I get an extra corn, but I have to do tricks to get it.
Sometimes I even have to do an extra trick. I have to stand on this black plastic thing.
It tells me whether or not I’m big and fat. I am 130, give or take 5 or 10. I’m a bouncy guy.
Time to go eat bamboo! See you later.