MERRY CHRIS MAS!! Love, Me

I’m off to the farm. I know what you’re thinking: “That’s exactly what Dad told us when he gave away our pet rabbit!” But you’re WRONG! Plus, that rabbit was nothing but trouble, I’m sure – chewing up all the kid’s Nintendo cords or something like that (I’m making this whole thing up). But… I digress.

Anyways, I’m seriously off to a farm in the middle of North Dakota. This will be the 5th state I’ve been to in my 7 months (Wisconsin, Minnesota, North Dakota, Illinois, Confusion), and I’m pumped! I get to meet my cousin Buford, who’s a huge yellow lab with paws the size of frying pans. I’m not intimidated. Does he have a blog? That’s what I thought.

And since I’ll be so far away from society, I might not be able to keep you up to date on my life (I’m not even sure they’ve invented toys out there! Hmmmmm… I’ll bring my own). I know you might not be able to make it though your days not knowing what I’m up to, who I saw on Springer, and if I’ve been able to poo in the cold or not. It’ll make your days far more pedestrian, and for that… I’m sorry.

But I shall return! Mark my words, I’ll be back. Until then, my friends, I wish you a very Merry Chris Mas. Or, as my culture says: “Wag wag sniff bark growl wag.”

Smell you in the new year!