I'm sorry folks about not having much entries lately, my mom is a dork. That's okay because I'm a dork too and we like to be dorky together. The other day mom was playing the radio and we were dancing and laughing... Which is weird because it was talk radio, not music... Hmmmm
Oh yah, and look what else she put me through...
What the hell is up with that mom? She said it was a kerchief for Shelby, mom's niece. I must say, I do look rather dashing don't I?
Let's see, what else is going on. Annie is completely healed, hooray! Snickers is still obsessed with eating poop. What is it about poop that pooches like? I tried eating the stuff and I have to say, I'm not taken by it. In fact, a couple of weeks ago I ate some poop (you know, I like to keep trying it to see if one day I will like it), and I didn't like it, and it didn't agree with my tummy, and I threw it up right in the middle of the living room. Tee-hee! Mom made dad clean that one up. Dad was all, "Why do I have to clean that up?" and mom said it was because it's his job as a man. Good reason mom...
Mom made some socks from the yarn she ordered from a lovely lady named Dana on Etsy. Well mom isn't done yet because she got slammed with a migraine that lasted FIVE DAYS STRAIGHT! Oh man, mom was on all sorts of drugs and they didn't help so she just laid on the couch and cried. I gave her Boomer kisses on her eye and she said that helped and now she's okay. So let that be a lesson to you - when you feel crappy, call me up and I'll give you a big smooch. I promise I won't eat poop beforehand.
Anywho, here is a picture of her socks in progress. She's almost done with the second one and then she will have one complete pair.
She told me she bought some more yummy yarn from Dana but she hasn't told dad yet. Mom had to bribe me with watermelon so I wouldn't rat her out. Ha, don't mess with the Boomfreakah I say!
Many thanks to the thoughts and prayers for Turbo Kitty. He's doing okay, just sleeping and eating and that's about it. That's fine though, he's old and he deserves to just sleep and eat.
And lastly here is a poem for my girl Dazy Dew:
Oh Dazy Dew
I love it when
You roll in poo
You orange and white
and oh so bright
I would love to take you on a date
One night
We would look at the stars
and I can piddle on cars
while you stand by and laugh
Oh Dazy Dew
Where are you?
Dazy Dew
My love for you is true.
