Well as you've no doubt noticed I've been a little slack with my blogging recently...
But I can assure you I have had good reason.
You see, a couple of weeks ago, there was quite an unusual event in my household, which turned my little world upside down.
|My world upside down... pretty cool actually...|
It all started when my papa wheeled out this suspicious looking object..
|What the heck is that?!|
I didn't know exactly what it was, but I knew something was up when my papa started putting all his favourite clothes in there - even the jumper I like to snuggle with sometimes! *gasp*
|Hmm, I don't like the look of this - think I might start unpacking...|
Mum started acting all funny too, hovering around my papa and giving him lots of hugs.
Then a strange looking yellow car pulled into the driveway...
|Nothing good comes in yellow....|
And you won't believe what happened next.... my papa left!!
I was in total shock. Where would he be going without mum and me?
It was a very confusing moment, and I stayed staring through the door for quite a while, certain that there had been some mistake, and that my papa would be back any moment.
|That's it mum, keep staring.. it usually works...|
But he wasn't.
When I questioned mum, she told me papa had gone to some strange place called New York, because he wanted to do a really long run, called a "marathon".
Well I didn't know exactly where New York was, but I certainly do know the best places to run, (I'm quite the athlete remember), and I was desperate to find my papa and bring him home.
So naturally, I headed to the most logical place for a run - the park.
|Hurry up mum! New York awaits!|
Well I ran and I ran...
Quick, quick, quick!
But I'm ashamed to admit I couldn't find him.
Okay yes, I may have made the odd pit-stop for a quick play with a mate here or there too...
|Tell me what you've done with my papa, and noone gets hurt...|
But no matter where I looked, I couldn't find this special place called New York.
The next day, mum told me that New York wasn't somewhere I could walk to (gee thanks mum, you might have told me that a bit sooner),
And that it was so far away, that papa had to get into a funny silver tube and fly through the air!!
|Hopefully my papa's pilot is as switched on as this guy!|
Well this was quite a shock for me, and while I didn't like the thought of my papa flying through the air like one of those tasty looking pigeons I've been watching... (yum, pigeon *licks lips*)
I decided to be the most supportive mate I could be.
I started by making him a cheer card:
|Well if that doesn't inspire him, nothing will|
Then I woke mum up at 2am on the day he was running, so we could follow him as he ran along the course.
|Come on papa, move faster. That doesn't look very far to me!|
And then, to really show my support, I even did my best imitation of how he looked after he crossed the finish line...
|Mockery - the highest form of flattery|
Anyway, after being the most supportive guy in the world,
I'd resigned myself to the fact that it was just me and mum from now on.
|Just the two of us...|
You won't believe what happened this morning!
I was woken by a strange noise at the gate -
|Who dares to disturb my sleep?|
IT WAS MY PAPA!!!
|Is that really you?! I don't believe it!!|
He must have got back into that funny silver tube and flown home to us!
I was so excited I didn't let him out of my sight for the whole day.
|Yep. You're staying put.|
I refused to leave his side:
|Okay, if you insist we sleep then I'll oblige...|
And of course from now on, I'll be making sure that the only runs he goes on are close to home,
And more importantly, are with his best mate.
|This lead ought to keep my papa secure...|
Until next time!
"...because there's nothing minor about being a Morris..."