The Mystery of Phone Wolf

 Miss Jill asked me again today, "Where did we get Phone Wolf?"  I honestly don't know.  Somehow, somewhere, he just showed up in our house.  He seemed quite polite and asked for some ice tea.  We didn't have any that day but Miss Jill got some for him anyway.  He lounges about but is often hiding in the den.  Sometimes Phone Wolf has been sighting playing cards with Papa Bugg, TV Turtle, and Simon.  But Phone Wolf himself is a mystery.

We know that he loves sitting by the phone much like TV Turtle is a veritable "hog" of the remote control.  But Phone Wolf does have this odd obsession with Commute Bunny.  It's not healthy.  I really don't think so.  He often asks about her... or singing rabbits for that matter.  But how can one mistrust an animal that like iced tea?  It's just something about him... I'm not sure.

Regardless, he's a part of our family now and Mary Jane refers to him by name once in a while.  He has made it to the middle tier of Guys.

Bunnies Celebrate Laker Championship

Last night was quite a busy night for the bunnies. While Mister John quietly graded his semester finals, they all went into another room and started watching the NBA Finals. I guess nothing says rabbit romper room like Lakers/Celtics. Oddly enough it was a physical match and Connie kept asking the bunnies and the other stuffed animals if they wanted to rassle. That scares TV Turtle because he's seen what has happened to those pro wrestlers. First the sun lamp and then it's all downhill from there.

Anyway, they were thumping and hollering for the game, most especially Phillip. For those who don't recall, Prince Phillip originally hails from Spain so he was quite fixated on rooting for fellow Spaniard Pau Gasol. Gasol came up with many key plays in the fourth quarter. And while he might have missed many free throws (Phillip kept thumping at that), he does know how to arrange the furniture correctly in a room. Phillip does not call that feng shui, he calls it good taste. Upon the championship, Phillip hopped into the air and that scared the only bunnies. Actually that only mildly surprised Root Beer Float who was eating cake. Oh, and I think Chip was rustling through a trash can trying to find any leftover pretzels (you know, the ones with peanut butter in side of them).

Alas, as soon as the game was over, controversy struck. Many people on the Internet claimed that Pau Gasol was not from Spain but rather the high plains of Peru. They even supplied a pic to support their claims. Phillip just assumed this was racist anti-Spanish sentiment. Or at least some sort of slam against their under-performing soccer team. The good news in this house is that none of the stuffed animals care about soccer. Well, no one but Simon. Simon clearly roots for the English team but he's not around much. Probably been in the pub for the last week or so. He shows up just enough to antagonize Cherry Bugg. Phillip still holds his Spanish mane proud. Just as Pau Gasol should.

As for Peru, Phillip just says it's a great country to round up Dutch wannabe felons. Sounds reasonable enough.