Seriously, I hate Sundays

Let's recap my adventures from the past 3 Sundays. First, I tried killing myself by choking on something (probably an outdoor frozen popsicle), last Sunday dad chopped off my nail too short and I bled everywhere for a day and now this Sunday on a walk with my Mom and vicious, burly, blood sucking, overly aggressive, punk dog tried to hunt my mom and myself down as its next meal. As you can tell I'm still here and so is my mom. Hello, I have to walk on a leash, why can't everyone else. It's over and there isn't anything I can do it about except mentally prepare myself for the horrible nightmares I will have tonight. Lucky for my parents, I have passed the bed wetting phase of my life.

I was only a couple months old last year at this time and my memory of that time period is really nonexistent. But I love the coming of spring. Birds chirping, squirrels and rabbits everywhere. Every night before I go to bed, dad takes me outside to go to the bathroom and for the past 3 nights there has been a rabbit smack dab in the middle of my yard. What is he thinking? This is my backyard. But for 3 nights he has been able to escape my paws. He always manages to get through the fence without running into it and I always run into head first.

Well I'm going to sign off. Going to go play with dad downstairs. I haven't seen him much lately because he has been over at Uncle Mike's house laying hardwood floors. I have no idea what that means, that is just what they tell me.

Here is a pic from my drunkenness that consumed me yesterday. Enjoy!

Peace Out

Ruff Ruff