Yesterday I was looking out da window and dad asked me what I was looking at....Is he def? Dad, yoo don't hear mom out there wif da weed wacky thingy?
She cut da grass, dad, what does she do after she cuts da grass? Sheesh, sometimes my dad is reely weerd. Please note, I am not da one dat clawed up da curtains. Right Speedy? I'm pleeding da fifth on dis one, mom's alreddy mad at me fur flipping da stinky goodness on da floor dis morning. And fur poking a hole in da door screen and fur jumping on da table and spilling a cup of coffee on da chair (they needed cleaning anyway), rolling da rattle ball around da kitchen at 3'0 dark dis morning (mom's gotta stop being such a lite sleeper), getting brown all over da scooper part on da otto-matik litter rite after she cleaned it, yakking in da basket of clean towels...lets just say I din't haf da best day! Mom sed I was in da doghawse but we don't haf one of dose. Would it helped if I gave her a hug?