Greetings, Manor Hors! Periodically, "The Roving Pecker" presents urgent missives from filthy esteemed guest writers. Today's is from D'Hermitage! ------------------------------------- They're baaaaack. The Pets of Peckerwood Manor have long kept secret diaries. Lucky for you, I stole more pages from a few and can now share their hush-hush scribbles: Nubs: 9:00 am - Waiting. Dreaming of my hallway adventures.  10:00 am - Still waiting. There’s a big family who have recently been coming to the building for a visit, but it seems like all their mother does is coral the kids in my hallway to make ridiculous poses! She takes lots of pictures and videos that sometimes the entire morning goes by, so I can't go out there to meet my friends and show them my ride, my outfit, and my very own poses. I OWN THIS HALLWAY! Who does she think she is? I wanna throw my fi...(how do you say "ceviche" in English?) at her! I’ll show her how to pose! 10:30 am - My hooman...

Greetings, Manor Hors! Periodically, "The Roving Pecker" presents urgent missives from filthy esteemed guest writers. Today's is from D'Hermitage! ------------------------------------- Did you know? The Pets of Peckerwood Manor have long kept secret diaries, and no one has known what they've been writing. Until now! Lucky for you, I stole some pages from a few and can now share their hush-hush scribbles:  FROM THE DIARY OF SCOUT: "Normally, I don’t get unduly agitated before 10am, but I had to attend a funeral last month - mobster related, thus the glamour scarf early in the day. I cannot say more than that. However, there was spaghetti served after the funeral and it must be discussed! The meatballs in it were dee-vine, so I told everyone: 'Look! Bacon!' and a race ensued…in the opposite direction. Thanks for the tip, Nubs (of the House of Baconette). Recall rocks! And spaghetti!" FROM THE DIARY OF ABBIE:  "Me and dad usually play char...

Theft, brutal assault, vicious name-calling, you name it. Peckerwood pussies Bette and Boo are well-known to be fierce antagonists who battle for food, cuddles, garden sun spots, and lately, for the romantic affections of Nubs, Peckerwood's newest feline sensation, who, so far at least, has tried to be Switzerland, since he's far more interested in giggling and getting stoned on the 'nip with his human familiar, Ms. BaconSlut.  Though really, don't count out Nubs. He may be new to these parts, but he stands firm when he needs to. Just yesterday, he gave Boo a wallop when she tried to steal his stash, and last Saturday, gave a firm "Tell it to the hand paw" gesture when Bette tried to engage him in smack-talk about various Peckerwood pussies. Tread carefully, Bette and Boo. Nubs is here to stay and has no time for your miscellaneous malarky.