Ah, sweet mystery of youth, at last I found ye....

I had an unsettling dream to be sure.  I dreamed I was a mere pup.  A funny looking (but adorable) lil dude with huge ears and a winsome kisser.  Oh, those were the days...
Riding around in a Mexican bag, trying to squeeze into a cheap Elvis velour jumpsuit (ouch!) (is there any other type.....LOL???)
Yes, I had my "ups n' downs" - a scary long hallway, an architect bed with room to "do my thing" underneath (yes I did!!!) lots of white chocolate martini's, a Buddhist altar for the previous fellow who met a bad end (sob! for him).....and then there was me.....newly adopted, adapting to the sweet smell of cooking liver.....those were the days! 
Will they ever return - times when my worst problem was my fear of going outside....
NOW I have a big problem!!
My dear UNCLE Colonel Mustardo....missing in action and I've promised to lower myself (so to speak) into the "Lower Depths" and save his heinie. 
Yes, still no word ....so you know what THAT means.....(sob!)

Bad Dreams?

Is this from Mustard?  Or from my subconsious mind?  This image was with me when I woke up.  Some alien creature has invaded my toybox.  Or is it the last photo sent from that poor, reckless Colonel down below.  The bloody rope or Red Rooster's tail?  Who can say for certain. Troulbled sleep.

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Am I Losing It?

OK! OK!  I hear you, Mustard.  What can I do?

Is my face red?

Would you look at what I just found?  OMG! 😡

Right where I hid them a week or more ago!  Under the Chinese chest - way in the back by the wall.  I never thought anyone would ever find them there....turns out, that included me!

Only thing is they are all mushy and yucky now..  No thanks.  But guess what, NOW I can't find my favorite Pip Treats....frozen salmon nuggets.  Did I hide them, too?  That would be weird as they have to be frigerated.

Oh, the whole thing is just making me weary.  There's Col. Mustard, who"went missing" after descending down the bizarre 'tunnel' I found under the hidden door on the outside hall stairs.  Then  the apparent WORMHOLE he found right before he "went missing" to  the home of the ORANGE WORM and his gaudy lair - ugh!!

Lastly, there was my impromptu and somehea immature  PROMISE to the Colonel to go down the "tunnel" and rescue him.  (What was I thinking, blogee?)  Is he waiting for me to go down there? Hmmmmm.....have to sit on that one awhile.....hope he's not in any IMMEDIATE danger or anything...sigh....

Well, the whole thing gives me a big headache - think I will take nice nap!  TTYL.

Hmmm....in the heat of the moment...did I make a "boo boo?"

Yes, it was a noble sentiment .....to swear to go down the "tunnel" and try to rescue poor Colonel Mustard ....yet when one considers the scope....the magnitude....the gravity of such a statement made in haste and HONEST concern and empathy...still....its a SOBERING thought.....
(WHAT have I done???)
Do I REALLY want to go down......there....with those .....people?  Of course, rescuing old Mustard is paramount in my frontal lobe....yet.....so much to mull over....for example:

I'm afraid of heights - everyone who knows me knows this!

I just got groomed (what a pain!) - do I really want to get all icky and be a "dirty bird?"

Is there room for me to tote "Bubba," my best pal and boon companion?  I don't think so!

My human mom and dad would be SO miserable if anthing untoward happened to me!  Their poor, wine soaked lives would be over!! 🍷and that would be so sad....for them!

Oh, NO!

Look who was behind the scary door!!!

This was the last photo old Mustard was able to snap before all communications were cut off!
What can it mean.....had he somehow entered a WORMHOLE and wound up ....there???  You know - THERE!  With THEM????

Mustard, hang on man, I'm going to try to  descend myself to come to your assistance!!!
Hang on, old man....Pip is coming down!! (If possible....)