Wednesday 29 April 2009

um. i don't really know whatss going on but this is me on a dog or in fog or a blog or something something. and lewis said i had to tell you what i am doing, even though i don't know who you are? i hope you like carrot cake like me and i'm eating some right now. and thats about it really.

Monday 27 April 2009

I do not eat my own poo

We got some new fish today, so thats why we're up so late writing on this. We'll have to be quick because she doesn't know we're on the computer. Nora is searching for a biscuit she hid under the rug, but I don't like biscuits. And it was raining today so we couldn't hang around with the sheep. But we did a lot. Simon the Sloth is teaching us Spanish. He's only been here for a week. He was with her and the Monkey in Costa Rica. You'll meet him soon. Unfortunatley the Monkey is actually an ape, like me, because he doesn't have a tail. But telling him that would be like telling Chubby she isn't really a chicken. And I need to set the record straight before we start. I do NOT eat my own poo. I am a domesticated gorilla (and hope to be a Silverback when I'm older) and have good manners. Ooops, better go :-)