A Moment in the Hunt Household - This Is My New Hair Cut

(Scene: Casa Us, aka the Hunt House, where Eye of the Tiger is only a click away. . . (and yes, this is almost a week late, I know. . .)

Okay, so the tall ones talk about a key to get to the loops. . . but I don't see anything in the kitchen that you would use to start a vehicle. . .

Hey, Tank, crack open the Lazy Susan yet? And, Lazy Susan, what kind of a nickname is that for a cabinet that is so hard to get in to? I just want to steal your loops. . .

Excuse you? Steal my what now?

I mean the Cheerios. . . and the Special K. . . yeah that's it.

That's better. Now where was I, the bald one always pushes here, maybe the key is just a hoax. . . (leans on door). Nothing. This is so frustrating! (Head butts door)

Baby Daddy: Justin Mitchell. . . (sighs) it's a good thing it is time for your haircut. I'll go get your jacket, and we'll be off. . .

What's a haircut?

Only one of the worst things you can experience. They take you to the same place you get shots and your poop looked at, and they leave you there ALL DAY. You get put in a cage with some water. They give you a splish splash, with shampoo and everything (ugh), and THEN, they shave your fur so that you're freezing. Then, they put you back in a cage, and you wait for the tall ones to pick you up.

But, I don't have fur. . .and I like splish splash time. . .

You say that now. I'd run while you have the chance. . .

Baby Daddy: Alright, time to go. . .

Too late. Good luck.

(15 minutes later. . . )

Okay, no need to panic. . .(Looks around). Wait, are those the crappy picture books that the tall one with the long hair complains about? And what is 'Magic The Gathering. . .' Is that Ginger Wolverine, X-Men, Avenger, and general grumpy Canadian? Is he going to use his claws to cut my precious curls? What will the ladies think of just the blue eyes. . . Hold On, is that a Dum Dum Pop? Is that for me? All I have to do is sit in the bald one's lap? This, this. . .

This is the most awesome thing ever! The pups is getting hosed. . .

A Moment in the Hunt Household - Time To Move

(Yes, this is a post that should have happened about 4 weeks ago, but the Hunt Family has been a bit busy since the 9 month post. . . We hope we didn't lose you, dear reader, and plan to make it up to you in the next few weeks. We'll use the blog as a reason to continue to postpone the unpacking of stuff in our new home - Baby Daddy)

(Scene: Hunt Household (Apartment style living yet))

 Did you hear what the Tall Ones are doing?

 I hope the answer to that question is 'Buying Justin and Izzers more puffs.'

 No.

 Peanut Butter?

Pea-na what? (No, Justin has not peanut butter yet - Baby Daddy)

 Must not be that then. . .

 Guess not. Ever hear of Rocky Balboa?

*cricket chirps*

 The man with the Eye of The Tiger? The Italian Stallion?

 The Tall Ones bought a horse tiger hybrid pet?? Great, they don't give me enough attention as it is...

 No they didn't buy whatever it is you are trying to think of. . .

 Then why the Stallion Tiger talk...

 Forget about the nicknames. Just remember the name Balboa.

 Why? Are we going to cross the Isthmus of Panama?

 What. . .?

 According to Wikipedia. . .

 No. Stop.

 *Whimpers.*

 Balboa is our new home. Or as the one with the great toys on her face calls it 'Casa Us.'

 New home? New neighbors to bark at? New yards to run through? (Tail wags). We better get packing.

 I'm already done. . .

A Moment In The Hunt Household - The White Thing

(Scene: Hunt Household, Saturday afternoon. Baby Momma out on a picture run for the families.)


(Playing with rattles in walker) These toys are a joke. I can't surf the internet with these. I need to know what the hot toys are for Easter so I know whether or not to be happy with the Tall Ones. And if the bald one is going to put me in here, he could have at least given me some puffs.



(Comes running into kitchen from perch in window) Did you say you have puffs? I love me some puffs! I'll dance for puffs! (Proceeds to dance on back legs in front of walker).




I have no puffs. Idle down.






*sad eyes*






I'm sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?






Well. . . you see that white thing over there? The tall ones put perfectly good meat and bones in there that I need to stay my muscular, massive self.





Muscular, eh? (Snickers)






Watch yourself. I'm a furry bullet. Do you see the lappage I do?






I make sure to laugh at it every time. *winks*






Anyway. . . I've seen you play with the white thing a few times now. You should knock it over.





You mean like this. . . (Scoots walker over to trash can. Reaches over, grabs at lid, and pulls)





THUD







Baby Daddy: What was that. . .


Aw crap, this is empty! I'm outta here.






I better not be around for this. I'll pull myself out of this walker with this rope. . .








(Baby Mama edit: Yes, we are aware of the dangers involving these cords. We don't allow him to roam unsupervised and they will be put out of reach when he can crawl) 
Baby Daddy: Justin Mitchell. . .

Aw, stinky.