Needless to say, it’s been a minute since last I blogged! I guess I’ve just been overwhelmed here at the old homestead! Where should I start? Oh, how about when the little menace was scared stupid by Bad Grams! It seems the menace went into her kennel, which is kept in a room where the humans like to do their (big paw air quotes) “business.” Yeah that’s fair, I have to go outside during snow and ice storms, and the humans just step into a nice cozy room and take care of their “business.” I’d like to see dad go outside and do his big business in front of everyone in the neighborhood! Wait, on second thought… Anyway, I digress, the menace was in her kennel, when out of nowhere, Bad Grams stepped into the room and dropped her pants faster than Congressman Wiener standing in front of a mirror! I can’t even imagine what the poor thing must have gone through, I mean, her wrinkles must have been scared straight! The menace was pretty shook up as well!
When I said I was overwhelmed earlier, it was an understatement! We went from the little hippie girl they call Summer and the boy they call Wyatt, to two babies and another teenager, who I think is from Great Britain! Everyone is being really rude to her! They keep calling her Brittany. Talk about not being politically correct! Anyway, the house is busier than Charlie Sheen at a porno convention!
This gets us pretty much caught up to date, where I discovered mom is having another “yard sale!” The criminal mastermind, Bad Grams, is running the show! Mom is just running back and forth, getting whatever Bad grams asks for! You would have thought they would have learned their lesson, but no, they just continue to attempt to peddle their wares to unsuspecting humans! I know I’m just a dog, but riddle me this. They have a “yard sale” to make room in the house. However, when the next "yard sale" comes around, they have more stuff than they had the previous "yard sale!" Where does it all come from? Do they really expect me to believe they would buy something for $50.00, later in the year sell it for a quarter, and feel good about themselves? I don’t think so! They see this as a gain of twenty- five cents, I see it as a loss of almost half a hundred! I’m not buying this story, not for a second, I’ve got my eye on you Bad Grams!