I have decided to speak to Ma again and not seek adoption because she brought me four chicken McNuggets from her $5 value meal.
Granted it’s not a huge gift given the trauma I have endured but they were tasty and I smacked them up.
She was home by 4:30 pm having left Georgia at 7:00am so she took me for a short trot and I obliged by giving her my greatest production in the past four days.
I felt so much better and slept so well back beside my best Belfast born bud.
I’m still not speaking to the stinking niece. She’s chewing away at a Nyla because she has no one to play with.
Send me a photo of Miss Missy sunning herself on a boat and sipping some cold concoction!!!!
Now if she can ride a pontoon why can’t I?
That lake air is just what I need to recover and being away from Jaws would have done my heart good.
Still, I did get chicken nuggets from McDonald’s for lunch yesterday and Dad and the bro got me some special wet pet food for dinner so maybe the kibble is nuked.
I am still on hunger strike. These ham and cheese sandwiches are just too good to give up.
On departing for her “pleasure trip “ down south she uttered the immortal words “you better make sure Scooby doesn’t get used to this because it’s not balanced nutrition”
If she cared she’d have stayed home and fed me kibble one crunchy at a time.
Oh no drove all day and then partied in her pals smoky mountain paradise!
I’m so mad I could explode.
It doesn’t help that the bro is still snoring and I have my jobs to do.
I have been so poorly and I thank many of you for your concern.
That little nasty Nala (I’m thinking something else but Facebook may ban me if I said it) nearly did me in.
I am severely wounded and suffering.
In the midst of all this can you image that my own mother is deserting me to go galavanting in Georgia no less.
Now I give you that the timing may not be bad since I’m on bed rest but still she could have stroked by brow and pampered me.
Oh well I suppose I will have to be satisfied with Dad and the cheese and ham sandwiches that he is feeding me in place of that stinking kibble. They’re GREAT!
Precious Peeps I bet you cannot believe your luck that I am publishing yet again today.
Of course you are used to my Passionate Posts of a Friday to project you into a fabulous weekend but today is a three in a row deal.
You are receiving this unexpected endowment because the stinking Grey Gizzard is sick.
We are not quite sure what is going on but he stopped eating on Wednesday. He is drinking OK and will eat certain treats and hooman food but no kibble.
He is also hibernating in his “leave me alone or I’ll bite you” spot.
This comes at a bad time as Granny is planning to leave tomorrow to spend some time with Auntie Laura in Georgia so Grandpa and Dad will be in charge.
We didn’t know what was causing the wobbliness but suspected some infection. When Granny found a tick on him she immediately took him to the vet just in case it was Lymes disease.
The vet tested him for Lymes and it was negative. Vet said he seemed to have some soft tissue issue on his right leg. Perhaps from playing rough with me.
So he has to rest and if he’s no better by Saturday my Dad will have to take him back to the doc.
Anyway I’m having a ball ripping around the house all by myself and snorting up in a second all the food he’s not been eating.
Precious Peeps Pits Perfect here to bring you a second day of Philosophy.
Just when I thought I was the most popular person on the internet I was usurped by a baby.
Not the hooman gurgling kind but a pigmy hippo called Moo Deng.
She was born in a zoo in Thailand and is currently favored above all other mammals because of her chubby cheeks and chunky chops. I think she looks like an alien!
I am treating this as a glitch in the game of life.
There is no way she will stay that cute and cuddly for long.
So I’m sitting back and waiting till she turns into a grown up.
Shouldn’t take long till I’m restored to number one.
Booming Banter 