Sunday, November 7, 2010
I've been for my walkies.
The fox has got his little feets chewed off.
The raccoons is gone.
Time for nappies on the poof.
Doesn't everyone have a handmade leather bed from Morocco?
Wake me when my bowl is full, bitches.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Sunday, January 31, 2010
If there is something better than sitting on the porch soaking up the morning sun, I want to know what it is.
Put it in my bowl.
The woman and the man are back now and everything is as it should be.
Except he gave me a bath.
But he dried me off after, which almost makes up for it.