Okay. Yesterday I was sicky. I threw up. I accidentally sat in it and walked in it before mama could clean it up. I guess I deserved what I got.
A bath. Yuck.
But you know something? The hair dryer was nice and warm. Kinda liked it.... And I am so fluffy now.
Don't please don't tell mom.
It might give her ideas.......
Today she goes downtown. It is supposed to be really really cold. Like in the lower teens. And it's because I need more food.
Revenge is sweet?
sorry, mommy. It was 5 when we gotted up. Brrrrrr! But I do look pretty and all floofy.
And don't forget more Denties!!!
And it's now a fur dryer. I claim it. If I have to go through another bath, it's mine.