Friday, September 08, 2006

Dad pleads for Cucoo to come home

"Your mother and I have been talking and we want you to come home...RIGHT NOW!"


"We love you Cucoo."


"And we miss you so much."


"Look...You're giving your mother a headache...a migraine to be exact."


"And I've had it...up to here!"


"You're breaking my heart son...So please come home."

18 comments:

Rachel said...

Not exactly what I thought Cucoo's parents would look like. But these two are cute! Well done Sandy!!

Finn said...

Great post Sandy..please help Cuckoo to come home soon...we all miss him!! Hugs, Finn

Abandoned in Pasadena said...

Rachel...these aren't his real parents. He went home and visited his real parents in another post.

These are his adopted parents...his real parents couldn't afford to keep him...He has extravagant tastes.

somershade said...

Cucoo's poor parents.As much as I feel for them, it made me giggle(sorry Cucoo)your parents are a little bit of drama queens,but so cute and plump.They sure aren't missing any meals over missing you.Oh pardon me.
Hey Cucoo, your mom looks really familar,oh well.come home Cucoo and give them poor sheep some relief.

TUFFENUF said...

They look like the Serta counting sheep to me. How do we know they are Cucoo's parents? With the sunglasses and flip flops they could be wolves disguised in sheep's clothing!!!

Granny said...

Cucoo, come home.

Abandoned in Pasadena said...

As I've said before...the comments are funnier than the posts and keep me in stitches. I'm about to bust a gut reading these comments. You guys are just too funny.

Alice said...

I guess I've missed just who Cucoo is, but did you make these gorgeous 'relatives', Sandy? Loved the captions - they really match the body language.

Tomas Dennis said...

Good morning Sandy. We will be there just before your birthday.

Kentucky Brat said...

birthday? whens the big day?

I'm sorry I've not come to see you since I got back. I'll just say that I tend to still sleep a lot. And the little bit of energy I do have I've been forcing on the SOS blog.

I love the sheep! Gives me warm feelings of MUTTON in my tummy. Which I got several times during my trip to KY. But I would NEVER consider slow smoking someones mother or father... that I know anyway. So, they are safe! ;)

Come back and visit Sandy. I miss ya.

susan said...

This is hilarious! Great job!

doubleknot said...

Um..has the word adoption come up with Cucoo? Oh yes, I remember now his real parents couldn't keep him how sad. Looks like he got a good set of adoptive parents though.

Pamela said...

I just busted out laughing...so cute! Hope there will be a sequel. Cucoo please go home!

Ava said...

Oh my gosh!!!! That was just too perfect!! I laughed out loud!!

Good job!

Abandoned in Pasadena said...

Alice...No I didn't make these cute lambs. They were a gift from my daughter, Somershade.
And Cucoo is a purple haired bird which was a gift from my grandson Brandon to me on Valentines Day. He can also be found on Tuffenuf's blog (link on sidebar) when he's not at home.

Kentucky brat...I'm happy to see you again and the party is on Sept. 24th. I'll be over to pay you a visit...I didn't know that you had come back or I would have already been over to see you.
Sandy

Kerri said...

I was thinking that Cucoo didn't look much like his mom and dad, but now I see he's adopted...hmmm....I missed that post when he visited his real parents. How could I miss a Cucoo installment???? I must go back into your archives!!!
Those sheep have personality plus! I feel for them. That boy is giving them fits. Typical teenager! (he is a teenager, isn't he?)
I saw him down there at Tuffenuf's. I hope he didn't just show up without being invited. I'd like to think he has better manners than that....Hope he comes home soon!

Sue said...

Like Kerri, I certainly didn't remember that Cucoo was adopted. He is obviously well loved and missed.
Cucoo, come back home!

Alipurr said...

these lambs are sooo cute! i will have to go back and read the captions when i have more time to catch up on blog reading