IS IT REALLY MONDAY?

Ascia (pronounce "Asha") our favorite bull terrier in the whole, wide world actually does not know one day from another but she said that
humans talk a lot about Monday with less happiness than they talk about
Friday, so she asked us why.

I went to ask Bear but he was under his turtle box because mom put a big pile of hay there so he can be a turtle and eat hay at the same time:
"IT'S ALL GOOD," Bear announced from beneath the box, hay dangling from his mouth like a loose cigarette: "HAY EVERY DAY MAKES LIFE GOOD IN  EVERY WAY! HAPPY BEAR!"
munch, munch.

I went to ask YumYum but he was busily rearranging his sleeping bag (he has two) so that he could slide down from his loft (sleeping bag #1 is up there) to the floor of his cage. He is quite the interior decorator, always moving his toys and things about to create new games to play all by himself when we aren't eating, on Runabout, cuddling with mom, or sleeping with our eyes open. We close them occasionally but only for a very short time.  It's an instinct from the wild because we have no natural way of defending ourselves from predation, so always on the look-out!

When we sleep with our eyes open, mom gets such a kick watching Bear because she can see his eyes twitching as he dreams of Glorious adventures only guinea pigs can dream about. Things humans would not understand because humans get serious about Mondays and we piggies get serious Never. Grateful always!

I went back to Ascia and lovingly explained that while days are all the same to us, humans give value arbitrarily to silly things and then react to them with Drama and Flair.  Perhaps the word "Monday" was one of those arbitrary things that give humans an opportunity to whine. Because we guinea pigs never whine. And dogs never whine. We are perfect on Mondays.  We are perfect Monday night and into Tuesday, as well.

Humans may say we whine, but they whine more. That's a fact I read in the book I am writing.

So what's up with Mondays? We don't get you people, unless maybe a little hay is missing from your diet?

well

WHO CARES? WE GOT FRESH WHEATGRASS FOR BREAKFAST AND MOM IS STARTING A NEW CROP: ON MONDAY!

SO WE LOVE TODAY BECAUSE IT MEANS FRESH WHEATGRASS NEXT MONDAY: ALL GOOD, ALL THE TIME HERE AT PANDASPIGSANCTUARY. 

even if we have to move and don't know where,
wheatgrass on Monday makes living a prayer.

that's from the book i am writing

PANDA OUT!