I honestly don’t know why she let’s that dog near the keyboard. He slobbers all over the place, and I have to clean up the mess before I can touch the mouse.

*nmmmmm mouse*

I can’t tell you the last time I saw a real mouse. I’m stuck in captivity in this god forsaken place. Yes I like lieing in front of that big box that blows out super cold air. Yes, I like the free food, toys, and treats. No, I don’t like putting up with that dog, Bubba. Ever since the day Dad carried him in this place he’s done nothing but drive me crazy. When the last dog left for good, I thought I was finally free to rule this house at last, but no. They had to show up with that thing!

Mom says he’s my adopted brother. *Ack!* I can’t get a moment of peace when he’s awake. He’s a fat, slobbery, lazy thing. If I lay on the couch he thinks it’s ok to lay down with me. If I move to the bed he follows. Mom says I have to share, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. If he’s not sleeping he wants to play, but I just smack him around a few times until he goes away.

Bubba better hope I never learn to use that Paint Shop Pro program mom has. I’d make a few posters offering to give him away!

Stupid dogs. They drive me crazy!