My human said I need to apologize for grossing out any of the other humans on Friday with all the poo talk. Especially right before lunch. So I'm sorry. But I still say if you've never eaten poo, you don't know what you're missing. Seriously. But I guess the less poo-eaters there are, the more poo there is to eat so don't listen to me.
Anyway. It's insanely crazy here at the Casa right now, but we did see the light of day (and the cows, and the awesome Bill+Susan) on Saturday. On the way to the cows, we drove past the stupid Pear wall and my human said if she had any spare time (and/or a clone) she'd go on Craigslist and wrangle up a bunch of people to paint over it.
I thought that sounded like an awesome idea. But if my human doesn't have time, I don't have thumbs so there wasn't much I could do. Luckily somebody with time (and thumbs and/or a clone) also wanted to get rid of Pear because on Sunday we drove by again and the whole entire wall was green. Not nearly as cool as the happy watermelons, but way better than the evil Pear.
I was kinda hoping whoever painted the watermelons would come back and make the green wall happy again. I totally thought maybe it could happen. Until we passed by the wall today and saw it's already being repainted. And not with cool new murals, just a stupid new name: Pico 121.
Pico is smaller and cuter and pinker than Pear, but still not very cool. Dutch says Pico will never make people happy the way the watermelons did, even though pink is the best most happiest color on earth (his words not mine). And I kinda have to agree with him. Not about the pink part though. Just about Pico.