It’s been a while since I last blogged, I just can’t seem to get motivated to write these days! Things don’t seem to be getting better with Crunch Face, although, she’s lost a little of her luster with mom and dad. It’s funny how pooping where, or, when you’re not supposed to poop can make you a little less cute! Kind of like getting a date with that special someone you’ve been working so hard to impress, only to have them poop in your car on the way to dinner! Yeah, it gives you something to talk about, but it’s not really something you would want to build a long term relationship on! Mom really crossed the line the other day, she found my pink sparkly collar, the one I was saving for a big date with the Pit Bull, and gave it to the little poop tramp! She was parading all around, wearing nothing but the collar and a coy smile. Furball was all; “that collar really brings out your eyes!” Brings out her eyes, really? If her eyes were any more out, they’d be on the floor! We don’t believe in reincarnation in this house, but I’m telling you one thing, Marty Feldman had nothing on Crunch Face! When she first came to this house, every time she looked at me, I thought someone was sneaking up behind me with an axe! The hippie girl had me worried the other night, I really thought I was a goner, she was actually being nice to me. I was thinking; “yeah Moon Beam, I’m on to you sister, nice to me one second, on the way to the “family farm” the next!” Christmas is quickly approaching, overall, I think I’ve had a pretty good year. I’ve often heard dad say he’s never had a dog like me before, that’s gotta count for something! Needless, to say, the hippie girl’s friend, Santa, better come through with some bling to replace my collar, a hit man for Crunch Face and Furball would be nice too!