I have strategically placed my duck on the stairs so hopefully she won't see it and trip. The house will be mine...all mine.

Twitter will never be the same. To quote an idol of mine "For me to poop on"

At Grandmas being spoiled.

The storms kept me up. I'm afraid of the dark. Afraid like when the last piece of chicken is taken off the table and I've not had any yet.

Message to Mom: Stop buying those cheap artifical colored walmart dog biscuits. Beggin Strips or nothing at all! Obey or I retaliate!

I have followers. So did Hitler. I have a tiny moustache. So did Hitler. I am small in stature. So was HItler. Coincidence? Yes.

Uncle Corey is visiting me for the weekend.

maybe he will help me take her out and I will give him 25%.

I use the time in my kennel wisely...I spend it plotting my revenge....sweet, sweet revenge.

Yes my breath smells. I am a dog. Giving me mint biscuits is like putting a ribbon on a turd-It may make it a little better but still a turd

I wonder if Lassie had to put up with this crap.