The New Squeaky-Not-Squeaky
Posted by faiththemutt on July 25, 2009
Dis… Is a catastwophe… I don’t know how it happened, or why. Just dat it happened.
Today… Mom bought a squeaky and actuawwy said– IT’S NOT A SQUEAKY!!!!!
First of awl, dere is no such ting as “not a squeaky”. I mean, sewiously, doesn’t it wook wike a squeaky?
Mom says I have to be nice to it. I guess I can be, but I wemember saying we should go to Target for an ACTUAL, WEAL, BOOTIFUL SQUEAKY… Do you HEAR DAT MOM??!! Geez… And to make it worse… It doesn’t sweep at night. Holy squeakies! How am I supposed to get any sweepies!?! It’s aways in dat stupid wheel thingy! I don’t know how much wonger I can take it. Could you?
At weast my mom’s fwend, Kelsey came over (she helped buy de annoying squeaky-not-squeaky) but she played tug wif me and I guess dat made it easier for me to wike de new bebe:
Besides being annoyed by de new bebe. Wast Saturday, gwandma, gwandpa, Mommy and her boyfwend (Who, by de way, did not bwing me a new squeaky) went to de park for a pickynic. We had hot dogs and beans, cheesy Cheeto poofs and oweo cookies. De not-fuwwy puppies had dis stuff called potato-salad… Blech! I wouldn’t touch dat for awl de squeakies in de world… Well, maybe awl of dem– Anyway, dat was gwoss, but de pickynic was fun and I hope we get to do it again.
And dat was my week. Too much to do. And not enough squeakies. Oy.