T.B. is an escape artist and I'm onto her little tricks! For weeks now, I've been watching her. She tries to act all sneaky and innocent, but I just KNOW she's up to something more sneaky and ninja-like! I know because I can sense it with my super high powered Abbie sens-o-meter!
She got my little perch taken away because she likes to sit up on it and then jump over the couch. Now, we just have a little round thing with a hose thingy holding the gate up and I'm very disappointed that I cannot jump over the edge and climb out when I want to. T.B. on the other hand, just climbs out and then goes to Mommy and Daddy's room - where we aren't allowed anymore!
Yesterday though, Mommy slept ALLLLLLLLLLLLLL day and I got to stay in there a little bit. There's all this new furniture in there and something on the wall that says "Silas." I'm not sure what that means, but it looks like a throne that Mommy and Daddy are building for me. Perhaps Silas is my regal name?
Mommy showed me a picture of Miran-duh-duh's dog and Aunt Stacey's new dog and I'm very disappointed that all of these people aren't picking me up for pet visits. I need DESPERATELY to receive my weekly income of treats and I am more than annoyed that I have not yet received them. I'm very willing to revoke island status if people don't start coughing up some treats!
For your reference, I like beef...and chicken...and lamb....and sweets....and bacon...and beef....and chicken....and marrow bones....and puperroni....and beef.....and chicken....
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