I am not one to normally complain. You know that, right?
However. The atrocity that is taking place here is just too much to bear. My chair= moved from my window. In its place: The most disgusting noise-making wretched bunch of non-food, non-play toys useless items I have ever laid eyes on. And I've been around the block a time or two. As a matter of fact... I own the block. It's mine, all mine. I also own the neighborhood. Others know it. That is why they turn and walk away when they see me coming.
But wait. I am getting off subject here.
Let's get back to business at paw. It is called a Christmas village. First of all, let me remind you MOM that I do not particularly care for Christmas and all it's fancy changes. I am a pup of habit and I would appreciate it if you would work around that. Know what I mean?
And secondly. You know how I am afraid of trains. Remember how I freaked out at the tracks during my walk? Well.. you get my drift.
Anyway. Not my favorite time of year... ya know? So I'm counting the days till it's over and making the best of a bad situation.
|The perfect place to get away from it all...|
Mom has started a new blog and HERE is her first entry. Check it out if you want to be bored to tears. I don't see mention of my name anywhere in it... whatever.