Friday, November 14, 2008
It's been raining for 3 days straight. No one will walk me around here. I've eaten all the garbage there is. Desperate times call for desperate measures...I ate a wicker trash can. I didn't really want to, I sometimes make bad choices. I'm canine. The Halloween Babyruth's are officially toast. The 3 year old's little ponies?? gone...I'll be pooping pink plastic for weeks.
There is nothing left to do but settle in and officially set up shop as a couch potato.
They've left me no choice. Turn on the boob tube....and none of that dog Wisperer crap either.
Days of Our Lives or I'm eating a red Sharpie marker on the new carpet. You choose.