They say politics makes strange bed fellows! In my case, an annoying, uncouth, tail munching, food gobbling, bug eyed, man part nipping, pest, has created an alliance I never thought possible! The Furball and I have been forced to work with each other in order to have some bit of sanity here at the pet sanctuary! The Furball chases Crunch Face, while I give her a good growling and some well deserved looks of disgust. Speaking of disgust, you should see this petulance eat! Or, should I say inhale her food! There is no way she is tasting a thing! I believe you could put a bowl of rocks in front of the wrinkle faced freak, and she would have them in her stomach before she knew she’d be pooping cement later! The Furball and I have been forced to eat at a frantic pace in order to prevent mallet mug from eating our food! Oh sure, it sounds funny, however, imagine if every morning for breakfast you were in Nathan’s Hotdog eating contest! The only thing missing is some bimbo standing behind us holding up a card indicating how much kibble we’ve ate! I’ve just about quit caring about my tail. Every time I turn around, my tail is being ravaged! It’s not too bad, until the thug pug gets to the meat of the tail! Then it really smarts! Mom took us all to see some old guy in a red suit, with a white flowing beard. Apparently, according to the hippie, this guy is called Santa Claus. The hippie told us if you tell ole Santa what you want, he’ll break into your house and leave the item you requested under a tree mom and dad put in the living room. The hippie also said after you tell Santa what you want, he has to go have his elves build it for you before he can bring it to your house. Poor, poor hippie! I think it’s time for an intervention! She must have got into some of Bad Grams’ private stash! Anyway, just to cover my bases, I told Santa I’d like a certain wrinkled, crunch faced creature to disappear! I hope he knows I wasn’talking about Barbara Walters!