Thanksgiving has come and gone, Black Friday is just a memory! Here I sit with yet more disappointment! On Thanksgiving, Bad Grams came over for dinner. Now I know her and I have not always seen eye to eye, but what the heck, it was a holiday, why not extend an olive branch! When Bad Grams took a seat on the couch, I promptly jumped up in her lap for a little together time. The first words out of Bad Grams mouth were “get down Princess, I don’t like you!” I thought, if you don’t like me, wait until you get a look at old Crunch Face. As soon as Bad Grams saw the little accordion face, she started fawning all over her, saying; “ I just love her and Remi Bear” (AKA Furball)! Okay, I saw how this was going right away! Was she still mad about me turning her into Crime Stoppers? I was positive they would find a meth lab at her house! How did I know they would go through her unmentionables? Excuse me, just thinking of those unmentionables gave me a shiver! So Turkey day was over and mom was planning a big shopping trip with her favorite girl! I had my list and itinerary all mapped out! I figured we’d start at Petco for a free breakfast, afterward, we could stand in line over at the PetsMart to get my favorite bunnies some high quality food. This is kind of a self serving gift! You know the old adage, garbage in, garbage out! I thought I would go with delicious in, delicious out! After a long day of shopping, mom and I would go to Four Muddy Paws, my favorite boutique, for a mani/pedi! Mom said we were leaving really early in the morning, so we should all go to bed early! I was thinking, in your face, Moon Beam, tomorrow, you will not be sliding into the car in front of me! Just in case, while everyone else was asleep, I did a little psychological warfare with sledgehammer face. I convinced her she should leave a little “surprise” inside her crate, I figured this would distract the little flower picker, while mom and I slipped away. My plan backfired, I forgot the hippie doesn’t do dog poop. Apparently, hippies don’t mind rolling around in the mud, they just have an aversion to dog poop! I felt kind of bad for mom, having to clean the crate out before leaving for the trip, but hey, clean some crap, then out the door we go! The next thing you know, mom and Woodstock Wilma, were walking out the door without me! I thought, oh, that’s okay, you kids go ahead without me, I’ll just stay here at Dr. Doolittle’s place with a neurotic sack of fur and a psychotic serial tail biter! Revenge will be mine! I will not forget Bad Grams, or, the little hippie girl messing up my holiday!