Hi, my name is...

Varju. aka Katarzyna "Varju" Gwozdz. I'm suddenly conspicuous as I tail around after their Highnesses taking stock of materials, colors and spaces.

BUT
I'm not the prime people wrangler. In fact, the only way I'd be able to wrangle this many people is if we could jam them all in a room and color code them. Then, maybe. But you wouldn't like it much.

SO
For all you'se who have jumped up and down saying "Pick me! pick me! I can help!" Please, for the love of dog, email Countess Aikaterine FitzWilliam, who can be contacted at tatrodanielle at yahoo dot com. She is the very pretty people wrangler in chief.

My standard reply going forward is "Oh, thank you ever so much! That is so kind and generous of you. The best person to talk to is the Countess Aikaterine, see, that's her over there!" *poof*

- K./ S./ V.

(Mr. McWoofyPants) Let them eat... sandwiches.

So, the woman who feeds and loves and walks me does this ...thing, with a whole bunch of her people friends. They play with great huge sticks, but don't generally throw them, so I pay little mind to that. Sometimes she brings me to these places, which I greatly enjoy, because I get to ride in the car, and there's all these smells, and usually open fields and people! People who love me and touch me and stroke my silky ears.
And so I do enjoy these things.

Yesterday, she chauffeured me around from place to place. (The Land of Spring Field has a squirrel problem. I'd have taken care of it, but she wouldn't let me.)
There were lovely little walks in new places, and then, the BEST PART, was when we got to this Fight Her Practice.

She let me out of the car to meet the people, and there was this one man in his red clunky clothes - the Best Man in Clunky Clothes EVER, who shared his bologna sandwhich with me, because I was so good and beautiful and sweet.
I like the man in the red clunky clothes.
I told the woman we can go back as long as she wants, as long as the man with Clunky Red Clothes is there with more bologna sandwiches. (With American cheese and mayonase on white bread.)

Woman tells me that we have to be ready to travel more. That she's going to try to make me a nice collar that is peer-id, whatever that means. That we are going places, and that I have to be on my best bee haver.
I tell her not to worry - the Dragon is good and useful for these things, as long as I have my waterbowl and memory foam bed(and maybe a sqeeky toy next time.)
I shall try my best to be good and not covet the clunky people sticks.

And that there should be more bologna sandwiches.

- Mr. Mc WoofyPants