Did you remember to get up an hour earlier this morning? I did, and trotted out to the dining room. This usually means I’m going to throw up on the rug, but today I knew the clock needed to be moved ahead:
How am I going to get in there? And if I manage to accomplish that feat, how am I going to move the hour hand? Where’s Mom and Dad? They’re supposed to take of this stuff.
It was then that I realized my parents had forgotten to get up early. OMG! They were oversleeping! Time to sound the alarm:
After about five minutes of alarm-sounding, they finally got going. And boy, was I going to regret that. Guess what they had planned for me – that which must never be spoken out loud:
I think I hate that dog. It’s like having a picture of a smiling baby on a bottle of anthrax.
Afterwards, for some unknown reason, I started shivering. This alarmed my parents, who responded by swaddling me in blankets and towels, and put me on their bed:
I was faking it. Hey, why should I have to watch HBO all alone on the floor?
The weather was great. When the movie was over and I stopped shivering, Mom took me out for a spring walk:
I must admit, the bath took my stunning good looks to a new level.
I love you!