We all left Granny and Poppa's in Michigan and came back to Ithaca on Wednesday, which meant another pill + PTU experience. I might not have mentioned this before, but this also involves Guantanamo Bay-worthy punishment: almost 24 hours without access to a bowl of crunchies!!!
So Wednesday night and yesterday I practiced the following strategies:
Demanding double rations at the bowl--think of all of the gravy I've lost over the past 24 hours!!!
Killing rugs. Who knows what sort of evil rug-takeover they have been plotting in our absence.
Wait until Momma gets settled on the couch with the laptop and then lay a nice, stinky bomb in the pan. That is always really funny.
We have been really sorrowful all week over the tragic loss of baby Violette, Monty Q's Sprout. We wear violet tomorrow in her honor.
I am a sturdy, muscular country boy -- my momma says I'm built like a wrestler -- and I like livin' out in the country. My gran and Auntie Jane found me in a tree out in the country, by Auntie Jane's house on the red dirt road, and I am so glad that my momma kept me with her because I love my momma so much. I'm helpin' my momma write her diss-er-ta-shun. I still like climbin' trees, and I love livin' in the country with my sister Coco the Wiener Dog and my buddies. We have a good ol' time out here.