Thanksgiving Updates

Well, I am pleased to announce that after a week of spending time with Mommy, Daddy, and various other family members, my little peke tummie is extra full of all things Thanksgiving related.  I've had turkey, pie, treats, and all sorts of things I'm not usually given.

I must tell you though...this Thanksgiving started out kind of scary. 

First of all, Mommy invited Aunt Stacey over.  Normally, this is a good thing, but Mommy uses this thing called Facepage (or something like that) and I sneaked onto her account and saw a VICIOUS post by Aunt Stacey and Miran-duh-duh that works with her.  I don't know this Miran-duh-duh chic, but I've got a sneaky suspiscion that Aunt Stacey has informed her of the island voting and the treat hostage negotiation.  When I was on Mommys BookFace page, I saw this:

First of all, Aunt Stacey, let me clarify the rules.  You are NEVR EVER to withhold treats from a princess.  Don't you know that's how people get be-headed?  Secondly, if you choose to withhold treats, I will be more than happy to call my mommy who will happily extinguish your flame and kick you right off my island.  I've decided I cannot vote people off my island anymore because it requires too much work and if I ruffle my fur, I'd not be as absolutely gorgeous.

Now, to address Miran-duh-duh.

You, missy poop pie...are in big fat trouble!  I've never even met you and you're conspiring with the ENEMY to withold treats from ME?  You must be crazy.  I guess Aunt Stacey hasn't told you that I have neenja skeelz and I can do a karate chop on your keyboard from all the way over here.  I've got really long fur and it enables me to fly these long lengths and then I can WHA-BAM!  Karate chop your keyboard in half!  Then, how would you type on FaceSpace?  However, I have a proposition for you...

Since you have become my newest fan...I am willing to let you remain on my island (with Scary Stacey) under one condition.  I must have 1 billion million treats mailed to me, by Christmas.  I require these in small, untouched bites and each one must come wrapped with a gold princess crown.  Oh, and don't even think of eating any.  I'm watching you!

So, back to the regular stuff...

Mommy and Daddy are back at work this week, which is really good, cause I was tired of listening to Mommy get onto me about biting Saydie.  And Mommy needs to get unlazy and bathe Pene.  She smells like doggy pee.  I can't stand to be in the same room with her anymore. 

I'll write more later, but I had to post this before I got too involved in guarding my foodbowl again.

For now, love you all...(Send treats Miran-duh-duh....)

Love, Princess Abbie.