March 7, 2009
Mama just figured out her password again. And between you and me, she should thank her lucky stars for nepotism — without it, she’d be minus one blog-editing job.
A whole lot of news and pictures are in the works, so be sure to come back soon. For now, here’s a youtube video clip to give you your Eli fix. As you can see, I may have be virtually silent for all these months, but I more than make up for it in person.
July 1, 2008
I am still living in internet-free land these days, but apparently my friend Sam has been blogging like mad! Not only can you read about his nifty new tools for helping around the house, but he posted a great souvenir video of our last day together with his Mommy in Montreal. Check it out here!
June 7, 2008
Hola amigos. By now you know that I’m back in the States. But forces are working against me in terms of keeping up with blog posts. My grandparents’ computer seems to be pedal powered, considering how slow it moves. And my folks’ camera doesn’t work on the archaic PC here either. So it seems new pictures of me will be pretty much nonexistant for the next few weeks. You’ll have to be content with knowing that I’m just as cute as ever, especially now that I’m constantly surrounded by two furry and friendly dogs!
May 25, 2008
Have a guess at what has rocked the socks off of everyone in this picture:
Nope, it’s not the incredible Mr. Limpet. I just threw a penny in the water.
Some people are easily amused.
May 5, 2008
Name’s Petraccia, Eli Petraccia. Private eye. I’ll find anyone and anything, as long as its something you don’t want me to find. My speciality is finding things in high places you thought I couldn’t reach. I’ll also help you hide things so well you won’t be able to find them yourself. On the street, they call me Le Petit Gamin. But don’t let my young looks fool you — I’ve been around the block a few times, and then some.
My partner is Sam (as in Spade). I’m the brains, he’s the brawn, although we like to switch it around from time to time, just to keep our folks on their feet. Sam is a sucker for the ladies, but I never let a dame within 20 feet of me. Here’s a shot of Sam playing Edward G. Robinson to my Dan Duryea:
Together we’re a well-oiled machine. So long as Joan Bennett stays away from our window, that is. Trouble. That’s what dames are. Trouble. (Except our moms, of course, who keep us well fed with grilled cheese and strawberries.)
There’s something in the air, and its not just spring fever. Last week Mamie and Papy left town, fast. Grandma and Poppy skipped the country as well, and Mama and Papa have been shoving all our things in boxes. Something is about to change here on Melrose. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon. Real soon. Mama tells me we’re moving in a few weeks, but I know she’s playing me like a roulette table. My proof? I’m always moving… especially now that I can run really fast.
Case in point: the other day, I caught Mama taking photos of our washer and dryer — not exactly the most riveting subject matter (although I do like to play with the button that turns the dryer light on and off). Mama said the pictures were for some guy named Craig who keeps a list. I’ve never met this Craig character, but Marlowe always said never trust a guy interested in laundering. Bad taste in photos is a crime, and I fight crime. So I took it upon myself to make sure the pictures involved a much more captivating subject:
Craig is in for one big surprise, and I’m not looking forward to being around when he gets it…
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Announcer’s voice: “Be sure to check out the next exciting installment of “Boy on the Balcony.”
