RAR! And greetings, loyal readers! (People, pets, and young children who should be sleeping right now but instead have stashed deceiving pillows under their blankets and snuck out of bed for a late-night read of this spectacular blog)
As you’ve probably noticed, I’ve been laying low the past few days – all while doing NO LOW-LAYING WHATSOEVER! See, I’ve been pretty busy: you know, searching for sausages, scattering toys, and other general rabble-rousings.
I did get in quite a bit of trouble the other day. See if you can guess why… No, I did NOT poop in the bathtub – that is a terrible guess, and I’m offended you would even think I’d do such a thing!!!!
Ok, yes, I pooped in the bathtub. I am ashamed. =(
As you may already know, I have been obsessed with the bathtub lately. I can’t get enough of it. The other day, as I was taking my daily stroll around the tub, I got the urge and thought, “Well, so long as I’m here…”
As soon as it happened, I felt terrible about it. Especially when the alpha male female went bezerk about how she had just cleaned the bathroom. I looked at her with eyes that said, “I’m sooooo sorry. But in my defense, I’m halfway to the toilet.”
Am I Right?????? Somebody back me up here! (That means you, Joe Stains!)
Life with paws 