It’s treason, downright blasphemous, guess who has a crush on one of the little wiener schnitzels down the street! Furball! He came out from under the couch today and professed his love for one of those pint sized sidewalk poopers! Can you believe it? Just because he got roughed up a little by her, he’s all head over paws! The canine Casanova needs to grow a backbone! Of course, he’s always been the submissive type. Who would have thought he would fall for one of my arch nemesis’! I can’t hold my tongue any longer “RAT FARTS!” What did I ever do to him? I’ve always been there for him, through thick and thin. Didn’t I take him back, when we were at the big house after the pit bull was pardoned? (Editors Note: Princess sold the furball to the pit bull for a pack of cigarettes while locked up at the big house, some would call it a kennel) Teeth jutting out, a quick Princess note; “I, HATE, EDITORS!” Now I know how Jennifer felt when Brad left her for Angelina. I don’t know how much more I can take! At least I have an ally in the girl they call Summer. After all this unfolded, I heard her tell mom, “we should just put the poor thing out of her misery.” Wow, I always thought hippies were passive, but hey, you go girl! I knew I was her favorite, but to have her think death would be better than dating the furball, she must really despise the old boy! Now the furball is running around, putting product in his hair, trying to get those cowlicks he calls fur to lay down. I was kind of hoping to see the hillbilly gene pool watered down, not built back up! I guess I am jumping to conclusions, it’s not very likely the stuck up socialite would fall for such a nitwit! Furball reproducing? Maybe I should be put out of my misery! Gotta go.