Hey guys, Melvin here. She left me this week. Black rolly bag came out and off she went. My other love, Vasha came and we had a pajama party and watched some show about crazy Housewives, I kinda dig that show. It’s got a lot of drama, KIND OF LIKE MY LIFE RIGHT NOW.
Let’s outline this week:
- She left.
- She came back.
- I tipped over the black rolly bag cause I’m boss.
- She just left again and returned with this guy (and his foster mom)…
uninvited guest dude and I are not sure what to make of one another. She says he is staying with us for the weekend. She said his family had him and another yellow lab (like me) but they decided not to keep this little guy, even though they’d had him for four years. Uh, news flash: they probably didn’t want him because A LOT OF NOISE COMES OUT OF HIM. I think he’s part pig. It has not been smooth sailing, there has been lunging and snarling. But there have been some ok moments too cause I’m a pretty chill guy and I’m REAL good at ignoring midget dogs.
He’s in a tie down right now so I’m pretty sure that means him and his mom will be leaving soon. I mean his leash is already on so that’s a good sign. Right? How many days is a weekend?