Dear Diary: The Day After

The best part about the day after is that my eating and drinking privileges have been restored.

The worst part about the day after is that I will now be getting a squirt of this awful stuff in my mouth after every meal. It smells pretty good, though. If you don't believe me, sniff Mom. She's wearing it!

Dear Diary: Still Mopey

... and Mom thinks Im mad at her.

How could I be mad at Mom???

I wasn't crazy about yesterday.
I missed breakfast, was put in a jail cell,
had my blood drained and an EKG,
was made to take a nap... and I woke up with a sore mouf.
To add insult to injury, when I got home,
I was only given a sip of water every thirty minutes
and two small snacks of about one quarter each of my regular dinner.

It's just kinda hard to be lovey dovey after a day like that...
but I'm not mad at Mom!

Dear Diary: 2 Groggy 2 Bloggy

'S what I am.

Not 2 groggy 2 beg for food or drink
or 2 ask 2 go outside.
But 2 groggy 2 have meaningful dialogue.
I sure have pretty toofies, though.

OLD Photo with the dirty toofies.
I'm not in the mood, and Mom's too tired
to take a picture of the clean toofies... but stay tuned.

Dear Diary: Phone Message, Fear and...

Phone Message:

Ah oh. Miss Leslie left a message on the answering machine this morning, after Mom had left for work. I heard it. Tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow I will have my teeth cleaned. Tomorrow.

Fear:

I have none. Ok, I have a little. Not much, I said, just a little. Frankly, I'm more afraid of a morning without breakfast... but I will handle it like a trooper.

Mom's a little iffy. One minute she's fine. The next minute she's a little "teary".

And:

Could we please stop playing "Hug the puppy"????

Dear Diary: May Day... Lay Day!

According to what I'm hearing on the tv that Mom left on... today is historically meaningful to socialists and those who labor or something? Something about demonstrations?

Well... I'm very sociable, and I'm totally against my Mom's laborings... so I feel I must demonstrate.

Therefore... I shall lay in my chair until she comes home!

Dear Diary, Contract Renewed!

Mom came home with a PetsMart receipt for $89.26...

Along with a 35 pound bag of Science Diet Nature's Best Chicken,
twelve cans of Savory Chicken,
a Bottle of Glucosomine with Vitamin C,

and the news that my contract has been renewed!

(Of course, she says that every time she brings home food!...

She's such a tough negotiator!)

Dear Diary: Why We Need a Cat

I was just thinking it would be really cool if we had a cat around here...



Hat tip to Sammy! It was HIS idea!

Dear Diary: An Introduction

An idea for a new blog concept is born...

Credit for the nifty cartoon goes mostly to the folks that inscribed and tagged it...
but thanks also go to my pal who sent it to me in a gmail!