I am prretty sure in some countries this is torture. However I do get some treats, so I will play nice for now.
Playing with mah monkee because mah mama sez I canno bite mah chewie anymore. Mah monkee likes it and so does chewie.



Mah monkee fell, i will go find mah chewie now.
I take care of mah mama. It may look like I’ma sleeping, but I’ma like a heating pad. I’ma just sayin’
While itsa cold outside. Itsa warm inside.

Mah Chewie wants ta steel mah blankie.
For breakfast, I get kibble. I find this a bit distasteful, as I deserve oatmeal or sausage. Last night, for dinner, mah mama made a special treat: fried rice with chicken. She doesn’t normally feed me egg because I am robust, but I’m thinking it would be good for breakfast. Whaddya think?
For valentines day, mahmana said I culd use mah chewie as a pillow. That’s all I’ma sayin.
Mah life is soo hard. It’s cold and I only have this lil pillow.
Today, the weather is cold. I have been on one walk, a trip to the backyard, ate a meal, and had some pills. Mah mama and I laid on the couch during lunch and now I am waiting for more food. Maybe a bean or two.
The lil alien moved so I could sleep on the pillow. Mah mama says I look like a manatee.
Mah chewie tinks I am the stuffie. I hope he dunno chew mah head.
I wonder how long I have to sit here to get le mops to move.
Now mah life can go on. Stupid footsball.
This doesn’t seem super since I ate mah hamburger.