Yes, it is true that here at La Hacienda Juanuchis, Claudius the parrot is the most intelligent creature — and that includes her hu-mons, sometimes.

Here, she is acquiescing to her Fan Club. Both Bruno and Gleason are too shy to get a peck on the nose.

 Once again Goat Rope Farm’s esteemed film critic, Mr. Sege, has graced his readership with an incisive commentary on that most famous of Shakespeare’s plays, Hamlet.

“THE CANINE FILM CRITIC EXPLAINS HAMLET

OK, so this movie is from this old play by a guy named Shakespeare who lived a long time ago and probably wore funny hats. Sometimes Moomus puts funny hats on me, like the one in this picture.” 

You can read the rest HERE.

Bruno: “Lookit. Mama got me a Squeaky Tomato! I have a Squeaky Sheep somewhere, but I lost it already. Maybe she’ll look behind the endtable.”

We canines and fuzzy filthy toys at Still Life with Squeaky Toy are gratified that Mr. Sege has deigned to comment upon the first of the Harry Potter movies. We await his ruminations on the remaining HP films, because we want to see how Harry’s relationship with Gandalf develops.

Long Dog and Smelly Donkey: “We’re going to go on strike!”

Mama: “How on earth can you? You haven’t even posed, save for that slouch over Bruno on the header.”

Long Dog and Smelly Donkey: “Yeah, well, Mr. Red Peanut Bank and Gallito Mescalito and Company went on strike!”

Mama: “You’d better come up with some more muscle of you’re gonna threaten me. And guess what? Mr. Red Peanut Bank and Gallito Mescalito are back on the job. So get a life.”

Long Dog and Smelly Donkey: “Ok. Can you post our pics?”

Mama: “I’m feeling generous. Yes. If you want a revolution, you’d best hop to it. Good luck! Here comes Bruno…!”

Toys: “Bitch.”

… so we deserve our rest!

Gleason: “I’m handsome, and I’m a Nice Person too. Grandpa says so.”

Hey boys! I’m finally getting it! It’s all about pixel size. This is a much more grown up blogging tool than Blogger. That can be good, that can be bad …

But what do ya think?

Bruno: “ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”

“We want out, we want in. We want out, we want in. We want out …..”

We have to love this foto of Srta. Wiggletail. But Gleason doesn’t understand why she’s guarding Padre’s sandals. We’re also wondering why our feathered housemate, Claudius the African Grey, doesn’t join in the frequent chorus: “GLEASON! GIMME MY CHANCLETA!!”