ages since I had my say. Mom finally is letting me
to her, my harness doesn't fit anymore so I can't walk about.
She says it's my fault. I ask you, how is it my fault
the stupid thing shrunk and won't go around
me anymore? Makes no sense to me.
Mom let me try out the growly thing that
eats the grass. I couldn't get it turned on
or I would have taken off for a trip around the
neighborhood. It seems I'm not tall enough
to reach the pedals.
Then I checked out the dirt in the porch boxes. I
didn't know dirt was considered landscaping, but
it must be 'cause there wasn't a flower to be seen.
The dirt muddied up my paws though and I tracked
it into the house. Heehee.
On a lighter note I pooped all over the floor of Mom's office,
just to show her it is MY bedroom and she is only allowed
to use it if I say so. So I wish she would move her crap
out and let me have some more room to run. I had to
do laps down the hallway instead.
I also spent the morning peeking at Kinsey
who was snoring in her comfy fur covered bed
this morning. I was going to jump up and snuggle
but was interrupted before I had made up my mind.
So I chewed her bathrobe instead.