Last night was so much fun! Papa Clyde retired, so there was a little party for him at Great Grandma Mattie’s house. There’s lots of room to run and play there, so Mommy and Daddy let me go, too. I got to play with the other doggy, Bear, who lives there, too, and Mommy even let me eat some of the food. She gave me some turkey and ham, so I could celebrate, too.  I had so much fun, and I got so tired from running I had to take a nap before we left.

After that we rode into town so I could enjoy the car ride a bit more. Little sister sat in her seat, and Daddy buckled me in the seat next to her. It’s so much fun riding around with little sister. We were going to go by the new pet store in town to see when it’s open, but it was gone! It was only there for about 2 months before it shut down. I hope whoever rents that building starts checking business credit reports before he rents it again.

There have been a lot of places open up in that place over the last year, and none of them have lasted more than a couple months. Mommy said that’s not even time to see how business is going to be. That place is in the busy part of town, too, so Mommy thought the pet store would last. I’m sad because I wanted a new toy, but Mommy promised to go to another pet store tomorrow to get me one. I guess that makes it all better.

What in the world was Alley thinking? He better hope Daddy has tv insurance, or he might be in big trouble when Daddy walks into the living room. Mommy is in there right now cleaning up kitty puke from the entertainment center, and Alley’s aim was right on if he was trying to splatter it all over the tv, too.

Mommy wouldn’t care if he hacked all over her tv in the bedroom because it’s old, but the tv in the living room is one of those flat screen kind that’s really expensive. I hope Mommy can clean it up because I’m afraid if Daddy finds it I might not have a kitty brother anymore!

Just because Bubba decided it’s time to finally grow up doesn’t mean I’m going to stop making fun of him.  That’s just wishful thinking on his part.  Now I have an excuse to make fun of him for acting like a baby for so long when he already knew he wasn’t a puppy anymore.  Between you and me I think he was just doing it to get attention from Mom, but now that Little Sister is around he knows it isn’t going to work anymore.

Oh, and I’m still going to call him fat.  I didn’t break my promise!  I promised I wouldn’t call him fat and tell him he needs diet pills anymore if he promised to stop being gross.  Well he didn’t stop being gross, so fat jokes and diet pill references are still fair game.

Mom even has a tab open on a website for phentermine right now. Either she still thinks she’s fat (which she isn’t), or she’s starting to get my hint that Bubba needs to lose some weight!

Today I decided it’s time I start acting like a big doggy. I’m not a little puppy anymore, and Alley makes fun of me because I still talk like one. I know how to talk like a big doggy, so it’s time I start doing it. It’s bad enough Alley still makes fun of my weight and still says I need the best weight loss supplements out there (even though he promised he would stop), but I’m not giving him one more thing to make fun of me about. I’m going to talk like a big doggy now!  Take that, Alley!

Bubba is in so much trouble right now!  This morning he ate a baby sock and didn’t tell nobody.  No, he’s not in trouble for eating the sock because nobody knew he did it.  Mom doesn’t even know how he got the sock because she hasn’t done any baby laundry today.  Maybe the sock monster that lives in the dryer gave it to him.

He’s in trouble because after he ate the sock he got really sick and threw up everywhere.  He climbed up on the couch in Mom’s office where she folds clothes, and he left a big ‘ole pile of doggy gack on top of the laundry Mom had just taken out of the dryer to fold! The dereon shirt Mom borrowed from Aunt Mo’ was on the very top of the pile, and he gacked all over it. Mom said if she can’t get the doggy gack stains out she’ll have to buy Aunt Mo’ a new shirt.

Way to go Bubba! Why do dogs have to eat weird stuff? I bet that sock didn’t even taste good, did it? Yeah, that’s what you get for eating Little Sister’s clothes!