I miss him. He’s brought me out of my rock. Our visit has just been tremendous and I appreciate all he did to show me the sights.
Even though we did have a spate of trouble. He really didn’t mean any harm, though. Too bad his people got so mad at him. (Between you and me, I think he’s been in a bit of trouble before.)
It’s quiet here at his place with him not here. His people are gloomy. And they’re trying their best to cheer me up with me being so bashful and all. They introduced me to a new pebble friend who’s going home with me! Can’t wait for you to meet her. Or is she a he? It’s kind of hard for us rocks to keep our genders straight. But, hey, we’re rocks. Who cares?
At least we don’t have to have our teeth cleaned. Stuart might even need to have a tooth pulled! Or two!!!
OUCH!!! But you can bet I’ll be here when he comes home. I think I’ll sleep with him tonight. Just to be sure he’s OK.
See what I mean? He’s really brought out the best rock behavior in me. I guess I learned all that from Bacon. I miss Bacon.
I’ll be home soon Bacon!!!!! But not until I know Stuart’s OK. Thanks for reading.