Mom has really dropped the ball recently.
She hasn’t posted anything in a long time, and frankly, after reading the past posts, there’s been far too little about me. So that’s about to change. I stole her password and her laptop and have taken control. I mean, look at me. I’m long past due for grooming (Hey, Mom, the scruffy look went out in the sixties!), and breakfast was late this morning. Who does she think she is? Sure she had a book appear on Amazon, Nook, and Kobo this week. But seriously. Compare:
Who would you rather look at? Naked dude or scruffy loveliness? (Even scruffy I’m the cutest). So I decided to take over. It’s probably time. And my content will be far more interesting than hers. Although that whole lack-of-opposable thumb thing might make it a little more difficult for me. But I’m nothing if not cunning and clever. Who else but a cunning and clever pup could show you how to kill a mockingbird?
It didn’t even taste like bird. Pffft.