And yes....I've dog eared The Mom's blog to record my own thoughts.
1. pant.....pant....pant.....
2. CHEERIO'S!!!! OMG Cheerio's!!! There's some on the counter! *jumps* I can't reach them! OMG it's going to drive me crazy! CHEERIO'S!!! *lays down to wait for Cheerio's to drop off counter*
3. *scratches ear*
4. *runs away from The Mom because she has that Ear Cleaning look about her*
5. IT'S THE MAIL MAN! NO IT'S THE GARBAGE TRUCK! THE MAILMAN! GARBAGE TRUCK! WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF *pant* WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF
6. *lays down on blue carpet* *sighs* Zzzzz....
7. The Mom loosened my collar today. It was getting a little snug. I seem to be very furry. It makes me hot. *pant* The Mom says Saturday I get to go to the spa. *wags tail*
8. Sometimes after a trip to the spa The Mom makes me wear my red sweater. I like my red sweater even though it makes me look like a Montreal Canadiennes hockey fan. I wish I had a green sweater. The Dad says they cost to much. Maybe if I saved enough dog cookies I'd be able to get one.
9. On the weekend The Dad likes to watch cars going around in a circle. He makes The Mom and me wait until the end. Sometimes there's something called the "lucky dog." The Mom says I get the Lucky Dog Award. *wags tail*
10. *licks netbook screen.* Nope. It doesn't taste like Cheerio's or cookies or chicken & rice. Pfft.
