Shedding

It's Shedding season. That means that Ollie and Bishop are Loosing they're fur.

(Ollie) "Don't panic Ollie… it's just a little fur. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
                                                         Vroom!
"BBBIIIIISSSHHHHOOOOP! HELP!!!! IM GOING TO BE NAKED! SAVE ME FROM MY WHISKERS!"
(Bishop) "Great. Your now afraid of your whiskers. And I know your not… but you do a terrible job of exclaiming what REALLY happens."
(Ollie) "NO! Sleariousmee! I am afraid of my Whiskers!"
(Bishop) "Seriously."
(Ollie) "Whats tever. It all began this morning. I was on my way to get Reagan's marker, than BAM! It hit me! I was sledding! I mean shedding!"
(Bishop) "Ollie, it hit me the day my mom told me what shedding WAS. I fail to see the problem."
(Ollie) "But you see, I had made an oalth, I mean oath, last year, that I would never shed again. AND I CAN'T DO THAT BECAUSE I REALIZED IT HAPPENS MATICAUTOLY! AND I LIED TO MY COUNTRY!"
(Bishop) "Automatically. And I still fail to see the big deal."
(Ollie) "Well, I failed to be a truthful cat. But that's not the whole doink! I thought I was holding a cat hair, but it wasn't a cat hair!"
(Bishop) "Point, not doink. And let me guess it was a dog hair. I fail to see the reason to your reaction. I failed three times at this point! What's the big whoop?"
(Ollie) "No, not a dog hair. Not a cat hair. Not a Horse hair. Not a human hair. Not a wild man-eating chimpanzee hair. IT WAS A WHISKER! THAT'S WHAT IT WAS!"
(Bishop) "So?"
(Ollie) "IM GOING BALD!"
(Bishop) "What the…I did not see that coming!"
(Ollie) "I know! I know! I licked for months… and months… and months… and months and months!
-for SOLUTELY NOTHING!"
                                                                           Cry's
(Bishop) "Absolutely. You mean Absolutely."
(Ollie) "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU DOG?! LIKE IM BALLING AND YOU HAVE ONLY CARES FOR MY VOVABVULARY!"
(Bishop) "Im SORRY IM SORRY! AND YOU MEAN VOCABULARY! IM TRYING TO ONLY HELP YOU WITH YOUR WORDS! AND I DONT CARE BECAUSE EVERY ANIMAL LOOSES HAIRS AND WHISKERS AND IT ALWAYS GROWS BACK! YOUR NOT GOING BALD!"
(Ollie) "Oh. Why didn't you just say so?"
                                                           pounce, bounce, pounce
(Bishop) "That cat is off his rocker."

Super Ollie!

(Ollie) "Da da da duh duh! do dee do da dooo! La dee do dum do! Bum dee do da…"
(Bishop) "Why are you singing star wars Oliver?"
(Ollie) "Because."
(Bishop) "Because why?"
(Ollie) "Because. Now scoot your boot and get a move on! There depending on me! You know not everybody can hang themselves."
(Bishop) "Who's depending on you to kill them? And why would I let you through to do something like that?"
(Ollie) "No, silly. Why would anyone wait on me to do that?"
(Bishop) "You said it boy, not me."
(Ollie) "There waiting on me To SAVE them."
(Bishop) "Ollie. You do realize hanging yourself is killing yourself. There trying to commit suicide."
(Ollie) "That is not true! You nasty nastiness! You are officially on my naughty list. "
(Bishop) "What naughty list? Your not Santa."
(Ollie) "BISHOP! WHY DON'T YOU EVER LISTEN TO ME! SOMEONE IS HANGING OF A 5 STORY BUILDING AND I NEED TO SAVE THEM! THEY ARE STILL IN THERE, HANGING THEMSELVES! THEY WILL FALL OFF IF I DON'T GET TO THEM SOON AND YOU ARE HOLDING UP THE SCOOO- DEL!"
(Bishop) "What's a scoo-del? Oh, you mean a schedule. You have terrible reading issues! Oh, well in that case, run along. Tell them I said hi."
(Ollie) "Okay. HERE I COME! DON'T WORRY! I'LL SAVE YOU!"
                                                        Bounce, pounce, bounce!
(Bishop) "Okay. Bye Ollie. Wait, what? I'M COMING WITH YOU! THIS IS A JOB FOR MAN'S BEST FREIND! Pant! pant! pant!"
(Ollie) "Here you go! I'll get you!"
(Bishop) "Ollie! You just propositioned a box."
(Ollie) "It's called IMAG- een- ing."
(Bishop) "All that fuss for this? And you mean imagining. Your reading skills are really the worst."

This is my new song

Two days ago, I wrote a song on garageband called Dreams. It was my best song of all the songs i wrote, so i decided to put it on my blog. Here it is! Click on "Heres my new song" It's the link.

Here's my song!

Why are stickers so fascinating?

I was in my dad's office, listening to some music. We were talking. A golden glint caught my eye. It was a golden crown sticker. My mind all of a sudden went blank, and all i could think about was:


How sticky is this sticker? What will happen if i put it on my hand? Will it come off? Will it hurt? If i touch it here, will it stick? Why does it Stick to everything accept that paper under it? Why is it called a sticker? Will it lose it's stickiness? Will it get dirty even though my hand is clean? Why do they use these to close envelopes? 

Well, the answers to those questions were easy, but that was all i could think about. "Reagan! Put that sticker down! It will loose it's stick! Couldn't help yourself, could you?" I quick slapped it down back on it's paper and stared at it. Dad's words went in one ear, and out the other. I still left it there, but i was also craving the feel of the sticker in my hand. Couldn't help myself, could i? No, I couldn't help myself. I mean, what's so special about little sticky things with printed stuff on them? I have no idea, but they are so fascinating. When little kids get a sticker even on really lame things like mazes, they seem so impressed with themselves. Even though the person looking doesn't really care. But I think they DO care. They don't talk much because all they can think about is how oddly awesome stickers are. And the little kids aren't proud of there good work, they are happy they have a new sticker to there collection. And i wanted a my little pony sticker book for my birthday for no darn reason! Why are stickers so fascinating!?