Well, dad was out of town “deer hunting” for the last week, which hasn’t allowed me to blog. Dad took the laptop with him, why, what were you thinking? Anyway, my life is still miserable! This new puppy is so hyped up! I’m thinking she got into some meth residue left behind by Bad Grams! This little menace is infatuated with my tail and the Furball’s wango tango! Every time I turn around, the little wrinkle faced speed freak has my tail in her mouth! My tail looks like Courtney Love’s hair after an all night bender! The Furball is having a hard time learning to walk with his legs crossed. I feel so embarrassed for the galoot, he’s getting pushed around by a dog who is five times smaller. Me, on the other hand, I’m looking for a good hit man! Maybe the Pit bull could come over and do my light work for me. Although, I’m starting to think the Pit Bull is moving on with his life. He’s not been returning my calls lately, I think I may have to send him some more risqué pictures to peek his interest. Thanksgiving is coming up this Thursday, supposedly, Bad Grams is invited. Little did I know she was royalty, but I distinctly heard mom tell dad she was bringing her own special throne! Who knew? If life doesn’t start getting better around here, I’m blowing this three dog town! I don’t know how much more I can take? To make matters worse, I haven’t been able to find the little hippies stash, you know, just to take the edge off a little. Well I better go, I see part of what was my tail drifting across the floor.