Tomorrow is Jamie’s birthday, so Mom was cleaning the house rather frantically today. I watched her suspiciously as she ferreted Vacuum Cleaner out of the closet. I was ready. Before she even plugged my Evil Nemesis in, I charged the dust bag with mouth wide open. Abruptly, I found myself sitting in my crate, helplessly watching as Mom dragged the whiny machine around. Foiled again!
After Mom had cleaned off and dusted the table, Jamie took the opportunity to set up an entire Hot Wheels Race Track complete with jump and those luscious miniature cars. I skulked in the living room, but stalked him secretly. When a car jumped off the track and hit the kitchen floor, I was on it like a hobo on a ham sandwich (no offense to any hobos or ham sandwiches!). Ears up, tail waving, I scurried upstairs with my captured quarry. Jamie pounded along in hot pursuit, chasing me down the hallway! “Drop it! Drop it!” he shouted. I could have run, or chewed the car to bits, but I did “drop it” for him. Only to go back downstairs to snag another Hot Wheel as it bit the dust.
I love race day! Bring on NASCAR! Woof!