Hello boyz and girlz, it’s me Julius. Let me tell you about what happened on New years Eve, or better yet what not happened.
Peter was feeling a bit under the weather, he only saw “the Kiss” on Museumplein, that’s the same thing as the Americans have with their red ball. For the rest it heard like the start of WW3, not that I’ve been around that long, but you get the feeling. The YouTube movie was shot in our part of town [17,45 minutes].
We were both in our baskets by a quarter past twelve, and had to listen to these sounds for another 45 minutes or so. Then we slept for another 10 hours, before visiting Gramps, Granny and Tom, he’s Peter’s younger brother. They had nice treats for me too. We stayed only a few hours. Peter had to bring me back so he could go back and take care of Granny.
Peter was still shivering even when he was dressed in thermal underwear, several t-shirts and sweaters. So when he finally arrived home, soaking wet from the rain, we never went for walkies that day again, I had to pee on the balcony. Nothing new here, I do it all the time when he’s not watching.
Last night we were both in our baskets by nine, and twelve hours later Peter was feeling much better. We’ve already been for walkies three times and I hope to add another two before I think it’s time to sleep. I better hit ‘publish’ now, I hear he’s awakening from his nap.
UPDATE by Peter: That’s what you get when you push publish too soon. Julius forgot to write down what didn’t happen. No Dutch donuts, or champagne or other alcoholic beverages, no snacks. I didn’t feel like it, even a slice of the raisin loaf with almond paste was too sweet. How many times have you heard me saying that, that something is too sweet, never!
Don’t knock poor Julius, he does his best, which is hard considering he has no opposing thumbs with which to type.
Julius needs to be more careful with the keyboard! So sorry you weren’t feeling well, but really glad you’re doing better now.
Julius is using a “braille” keybord, right?
No champagne, no fireworks, no sweets (beside a piece of vanilla Yule log that mom and I thought was way too sweet).
Strange, for the first time we heard a couple of crackers down the street. It’s illegal over here. You need a permit to do any kind of fireworks. I guess those people who shot them were new immigrants from Nederland!
Hugs
Jon
I know what you mean. Daddy gave me some bacon wrapped filet mignon and it upset my tummy making me throw up on the rug and then later I projectile vomited all over daddy’s bed, rug, shoes and clothes. I felt bad about the mess but my tummy wasn’t upset anymore.
Take care of your Uncle Peter.
xoxo
Miss Truvy
Eppie noe jier!