Mud and Devotion

Look at what my mom goes through to keep me satisfied. Neither rain nor snow nor redonkulous muddiness keeps her from taking care of me.

Also, please note the garbage bag that I sliced open.

Guest Blogger: Zelda and a Shoe

The silly brown dog has something to say. Let's tune in, shall we?

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I ATE MY MOM'S SHOE!!!

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Nice work, Zelda.

Baby Goats

I didn't get to visit the goats with my people. However, I can tell you unequivocally: I'd eat it.

I'm a snow angel

My arms and legs don't bend like other kids', so I can't make typical snow angels. I just spin around in the snow. I am adorable.

WTF

 

This makes me question some of my most basic assumptions about life. Or I am high.

On an unrelated note, I really have the munchies. I'd it eat for sure.

Cereal

Cereal is super tasty. Raisin Bran is good, but I can really get on board with the crunch. Super tasty and crunchy. I wish there had been real cereal in it.

What good is an empty cereal box without an empty milk carton.

Zelda's Panty Raid

Zelda is the most juvenile person I know.

She asked me if she could do a guest spot on my blog. Having learned never to trust her or, I asked what she had in mind.

"Two words: Panty Raid," she replied.

Can you believe her? I struggle day in and day out to take food off the table and she is wasting her time with childish pranks.

Despite my protests, she went through with her plan. Sent me a picture of her "trophy" to prove it.

Saute-Tasty

 

Nums. Stuff was on stove; this was unacceptable.

OHOP: Ohio House of Pancakes

Really, it is the Ohio House of Pancake Mix. OHOPM. My people were at a party with Zelda. I had a little party of my own. Enjoy the splendor of my mess.

 

 
 

Hair Issues

 
 

I am proud of my beautiful black coat. I shimmer and shine in the sunlight.

The problems all started when I learned that my ma wanted to die her hair black. I am the only person in this house with black hair. I sprang into action and tried to sabotage her project. Unfortunately, the bottles are surprisingly sturdy and resilient. The chemicals remained in their containers; I am no longer the only black-haired person here.

Pot Pot Pie!

My people ate most of my pot pie before they served it to me. Also, instead of giving it to me, as is the custom, they left it on the counter.

No News Is Not Good News For Panther

Guys, it has been too long. I've been at the house with the curly dogs for nearly a month. Bad stuff happened all the time, but I was unable to blog. I'm used to my Mac laptop at home, but these people had a great shiny beast of a computer. I was afraid to touch it, and the curly dogs were useless.

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Me: Hey Leilani, can you tell me how to turn this computer on? I haven't updated my blog in a while.

Leilani: Ball?

Me: No. Blog.

(Calliopi enters)

Calliopi: No ball? You at least got a stick?

Me: Stick!? I'll stick that ball so far up...

Calliopi (interupting): I KNEW there was a ball!

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You see. Useless. I promise to eat something good for you now that I'm back at home with my lappy. We'll be in touch.