Outta HERE

It’s official.

Lavender is staying.

I am leaving. Packing my bags and I am OUTTA here. Not sure where I should go. Maybe I will just travel around for a while, living off my trust fund, bum around Europe (where exactly IS Europe?)…kinda like Snoopy. I will probably go to California for a while and be a surfer dude, plus I probably won’t have to wear jackets out there to keep warm.

Do you think I can walk there? Can’t be that far. Right?

Okay, maybe I will stay. I really like my mom; she is good to me and loves me up all the time. Plus she might be a little sad if I were to leave. But Lavender. Sigh. The things that a dog has to deal with, it really is too much sometimes. Truly.

Mom says that she is “paying” for Lav on Friday. Maybe I will steal her wallet then she won’t have any money to pay for her. Where do you think she keeps her wallet? In that brown bag thing she carries around. Sometimes that thing slips of her shoulder and bangs me in the head when she is walking me. I don’t like that. I may have to chew it up.

I guess I am resigned to having a little sister. I suppose that is okay. I like to snuggle with her in the crate and she is fun to play with. When she gets annoying, I will just tell mom to put her away. That sounds kinda menacing doesn’t it? Not my intention at all. Nope. Not. at. all.

Mom is such a softy. Could someone PLEASE tell Auntie Michelle that mom CANNOT take any more “fosters” because they just end up being “permanents”. Seriously. We are CLOSED.

I am going to need therapy.

Off to plot how to sell Lavy. Any ideas????

Woof. Woof.

Ollie the big brother (not by choice)