My pawrents played a trick on me three sleeps ago. Furst, daddy furgot to feed me my brekkie. Den we went out when it was still morning and climbed in de car. I was excited! Were we going to de beach? To visit de wine doggies?
But no, we only went as fur as de vet, and den we stopped. I had to go in all by mywoof, and den dey stuck me here and dere, and den evfurryfing went black. And den I woke up and my tail-end hurted! OWWWIE!!
Finally after hours or years or somefing, mommy and daddy came to take me home. And den fings got worse. I had to lick my boo-boo, you know. But would dey let me? Oh no, dey slapped a donut around my neck!
|What be de heck??!|
|Mommy put me in dis shirt dat goes all de way ovfur my bum.|
I habn't been feeling well at all. I can't get comfy, and I don't want my toys, not even my treat ball. I couldn't even sleep fur the furst two months or centuries or something. But now I do. A lot. And den I eat. A lot. And den I sleep some more. Dis be my new life.