Today is a beautiful day, so I thought I'd start with a sweet picture of me and my pal Blue Dog at the park before I start telling you about how my world has suddenly been rocked -- and not in a good way.
I thought Milk Lady was joking when she said she was going back to work and leaving me in the care of her husband, but it's been three days now and I'm starting to think she's serious.
See how I'm kind of stepping on my pal Blue Dog in this photo? That about sums up my feelings for Milk Lady's Husband right now. (Thanks, Blue Dog, for playing along and allowing me to do this to you for purposes of illustration. I hope it didn't hurt too much.) The dude sleeps late and then feeds me milk from a bottle. That's not how you're supposed to do it. Yesterday he put a Pampers "1" diaper on me. I don't wear "1"s anymore; I wear "2"s! Everyone knows that. This afternoon, when he was feeding me bananas, which I love BTW, he could barely find my mouth with the spoon. I was covered in the stuff by the end. Is he blind?!? He's doing everything wrong.
Sometimes I'm so hungry I have to eat my feet. It's ridiculous. Things better improve or I'm going to have to speak to a supervisor about this guy.
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