I'm One in Metric, Right?

Howdy, folks, Rowdy McG here. Dad was trying to explain the metric system to me the other day. You know, deci, centi, milli, vanilli, etc. So when Mom said, "Yea! You're ten months old today," I thought for sure that made me a metric year old. But alas, like a lot of other things so far, (like pullling the dog's tail to see if she'll make a noise like my stuffed one does) I'm learning, "It doesn't work that way."

My first lovely Memphis summer is almost over...

Time to let the fall-fresh air in and watch some football!...or the leaves blowing on that tree or hey, here's a dead bug in the windowsill. I could watch that for a while. Or better yet, I could eat it. I'll bet it tastes better than the carpet fiber I snacked on yesterday. Mmmm....

Mom and Dad told me that nuts are off limits for weebees such as myself 'cause I might be 'lergic to 'em. I...guess... that includes doughnuts, although they sure don't look like other nuts. Something tells me I might be getting my chain yanked on this one.

Here we are soaking up a sunset over the Rockies. I think they should rename the mountains around here the Bumpies or the Nubbies. Ha. Man, I'm funny. ;) E