Things have started to settle down a little since last I wrote. I do feel a little uneasy being alone with the Furball these days! Not that I liked being alone with him in the first place, but I’ve got a vision burned in my mind, I just can’t shake. Earlier this week, mom and I went to go pick the sack of fur up at the beauty shop. Well, when we walked in, there he was, wearing a pink muzzle! Now, I’m usually one who says live and let live, what a dog does behind closed doors, is up to him. But this little freak was right there, in the middle of the store wearing nothing but a pink muzzle and a glazed over look on his face! I don’t know if it was all the verbal beat downs I gave him, his hamster finally fell of the wheel, or, watching too much Lady GaGa, but he is one sick puppy! Poor mom, she even had to tip the hussy who was playing out the Furball’s warped fantasy. I don’t know how he can even show his face around here any more, of course, he has no shame! Just when I thought it might be safe to walk around this place without my pepper spray, the Furball reveals this side of himself, Who knows, maybe the little hippie girl they call Summer slipped some Viagra in his kibble! I’m hoping mom makes the Furball register down at the police department. Gotta go, dad needs some help with his popcorn!