Thursday, February 5, 2015

Game of Cones

Alan: Mom has her camera. Let's go give her some blog fodder.

Me: A blue sky and goofy've made my day. Thanks, guys.

 George: You're welcome. Now please fill our cone with treats.

They walked off the job once they realized they weren't getting paid.

 George suddenly found the game distasteful.

 So did Lucy after she took her turn with the cone.

 Those silly boys had dropped the cone in a pile of rabbit remains. 
Apparently once rabbit fur gets stuck to the roof of one's mouth, it's difficult to remove.

Lucy: Blcch. Doesn't taste a bit like chicken.


  1. Much like exploded bird. The hawks always leave the feathers on the ground for my dog, Fat Neck.

  2. Every time I see an orange cone I think of the donks and how sweet they are. The Cuckoos love us some donkeys

  3. I always find it so interesting that my donkeys play exactly the same games as yours. Side by side, hanging on to the orange cone.

  4. The tongue action kills me. As does the commentary. AND --- blue sky for you, yessss!! :)

  5. An American in Tokyo2/5/15, 8:47 PM

    I love the title! You made me giggle. hee hee!

    Does Hank ever play with the cone?

  6. I don't believe my eyes :) they are so amazine....I could give them something for that cone. You have to let them go for a trip of "Trick or treat" I'll think it would be a great succsess. My hard day at work will be much easier because this post have give me so much of joy :)

  7. Ohhhhhhh poor babies but their faces are making me laugh.