Bullet "blocked" in the kitchen...the one and only time.

Charles Manson.

Ted Bundy.

John Wayne Gacy.

Bullet.

This little guy may be developing some serious issues. Sure, he's cute and cuddly, but we're getting a little worried. Several mornings since he's been here, we've woken to a gruesome scene like this:

Yes, that's Bullet's frog, lifeless, face down in the water dish. All attempts to revive him were unsuccessful. Sadly, Frederick "the frogman" Hops was not his only victim.

Found in much the same predicament as Mr. Hops, first responders administered C.P.R. and rescue breathing, but Michael Quackson was also declared dead at the scene. Friends and family declined comment.

Formal indictments are yet pending, but this does not look good for little Bullet. Still, an attorney spokesperson stressed his client's innocence, denying all allegations. Investigations are ongoing.

Bullet Comes Home

He's here; fleas, skunky puppy breath and all.

Bullet came home last Thursday and hasn't stopped moving since. Well, that's not exactly true. He comes with a pretty set schedule in a fairly constant cycle. He wakes up, you take him outside to do his thing. Then on his way back in, he eats, attacks his toys, chews on your fingers, toes, and generally any ticklish little fatty piece of skin he can get his little teeth into, and keeps us pretty busy for about a half hour, and then he's out again, and the cycle continues.

This is pretty convenient for the most part, except for when he starts to perk up about the same time you're thinking about heading to bed. Then you know you've got about 45 minutes minimum before you get to sleep. While he's awake though, he also enjoys climbing through the table legs, climbing people just to chew their ears, and long walks on the computer. (all by himself, he just renamed the "My Computer" icon under the START menu, which is now called, "2ww 6e". No lie.) Who knows? He probably thinks if this is his blog, He's gonna write it...