Today Mom went to Flim Flam. I don't know what that is, but she smells like pancakes and bacon when she comes back from it, so I like it.
When she came back, it was time for my breakfast. I was sort of dreading it because my food is really, really nasty. It's a lot like licking dirty skunk feet, but worse. I keep not eating it, but she keeps giving it to me, and I'm really hungry, so most days I just have to suck it up. But today was different! She mixed some new food into my bowl! Man, that stuff was tasty! I like it so much I eat it like treats. I didn't even mind that she mixed it into my regular food. I figured out that if I took a big mouthful from the bowl and set it down on the floor, I could just pick out the new stuff and eat it. Yay! No more skunk feet food!
That's a really big adventure for one day, but I've already had another one. When I came to live with my Mom, she gave me my very own Blankey. It's just my size and I really like laying on it. Mom knows how much I like it so she moves it when she moves around in the house so I can be with both Blankey and Mom. I don't even mind when she washes it (though to be honest, I don't know why she does; she seems to take it away when it starts smelling really interesting). The thing is, sometimes she forgets to move Blankey into the room where she is. Then I have to make a hard decision: do I hang out with Mom, or do I lay on Blankey??
But guess what: today I got a new Blankey! It's a little different; it's a sheet, folded up; but it's my favorite kind of material to chew, and Mom said that since it's mine, I'm allowed to chew it. I asked her very nicely if I could chew her pants, and she said no. That kind of hurt my feelings, and secretly made me a little mad. But then I started chewing on new-Blankey, and I didn't mind about the pants any more. Don't you just love chewing the thing you lay on? And now I can be with Mom AND Blankey, all the time!
I think I get to take a nap for the rest of the day. What a great day.
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