I have this plastic pretzel that I’m systematically destroying by tearing chunks out of it; then I chew the little chunks like gum. Mom is always tweaking out about this (she’s afraid I’ll choke), but Jamie thinks it’s hilarious to watch. He got the idea to make a video of me chewing, and to put the old Haddaway “Don’t Hurt Me” song behind it, so I’d look like those 3 guys from Saturday Night Live. I kind of hope he does it…I’d post it on YouTube. “What is love…don’t hurt me”
When I’m not chewing my gum, I’m reading this cool Zombie story by this guy, cb, and his wordpress account is called, contrafactual. I think you should check it out. There’s a nice dog in there named Rolf. He’s my favorite character, and I hope he doesn’t get eaten by the Z pack.
Today is kind of a slow news day. Mom went to the store, and one of the women there told her that she resembled Sharon Osbourne. Mom came home, announced her impending suicide, and changed her hair.
Jamie is recovering from his incident with the skateboard. However, he is very sore. I’m trying not to jump on him. Saturday is his birthday and he says he feels like an old man. In dog years, he’s 91, so he IS an old man. Ha!
Mom ordered a couple of T-shirts for her and Jamie. Both are black (I can see black) and Mom’s has a Pitbull on it and the word, “Misunderstood”. Jamie’s has bright lettering and says, “Don’t judge my Pitbull and I won’t judge your children”. I knew Jamie would get that shirt! He’s forever commenting on whiny, screaming kids. He really IS an old man!
Woof! Love, Maggie