The Legend of the Cursing of Chickens and Commando Rock!!

Once upon a time about ten days ago DeAndra was walking through the woods. These weren't just any woods, they were gypsy voodoo magic woods.
DeAndra didn't know that they were gypsy voodoo magic woods and accidentally kicked repeatedly one of the chickens that belonged to a gypsy witch thing. The witch lady was so mad, she came out of her witch's house and yelled "I curse you with a pox on your chickens!!"
DeAndra just laughed and said "Ha! Joke's on you because I don't have any chickens! Only a little boy, so HAHA!"
"A little boy huh? That will work."
"D'Oh!"

That pretty much explains his malaise and crankiness the last couple of days. The poor guy hadn't been happy lately, and he will wake up in the middle of the night screaming and obviously irritated by something. He will only relax when you rub and scratch his back, so we've been having long nights.
I think he's starting to feel better though, because he seems to be happier.

He noticed that he wasn't getting the same attention as when he was ill, so he still has been acting sick to recoup the lost attention.
We like giving him attention more when he is cute and happy, and looking like this.
Blog Entry Part Two: Commando Rock

But not the commando that you are thinking of, you sickos!! We can't put 'artistic' pictures of Rock on the blog since we are getting too close to Baby Girl Scoresby being born. He doesn't want to give her too many free previews...that whole cow and milk for free thing. Anyways, back to Commando Rock. Recently Rock has gone through major training to finish his Green Beret preparation. This round of training involved becoming proficient in small arms and weapons.






/>The next part of his training involved teaching him how to be very,very sneaky. You cannot underestimate the sneakiness.


Next came the obstacle course. He had to scale the Wall of Slippery Books to imitate climbing over a jungle compound's mossy walls. He dominated it.


His final assignment was to learn how to give hot stone massages to the enemy, then to bash in their heads with the super heated rocks. Let's hope he never teaches this technique to Mommy, she might feel inclined to use it on clients that are poor tippers.