Happy Friday everybuddy!
Befores Christmas I gots to go to go to da pet store and I was like so fulls of da excitements!
I just couldn't wait and I kepts thinking bouts all da stuffs I wanted and dat I was gonna gets...
like tons and tons of treats...and foodables...and treats...and squeeky toys...and treats.
"ooooooooh, looks at dat big bone!"
My dear furiend Remington sent me da shirt I has on...good thing cuz I can't go nekkid in public.
Well I mean I could but it was freeeeeeeezin' outside.
"Little Girl, hand me dat bone...I caaaaaaan't reeeeeeeach it."
"What does you mean we is done shoppin'?"
OMD...all we cames furs was new teefbrushes?
Are you freakin' kidding me?
(Yea and we gots a new jail cell mat furs sissy's old bones...it's called an orthogeriatric pad...hehehehe!)
I not gets no piktures cuz I was too distrought overs dis so called shoppin' trip.
It was a waste of my time and energies.
Alls I gots was a TEEFBRUSH!
Oh and then theres was dis nice worker lady dat was just oooohin' and aaaaahin' overs me and asked me my name and I was likes Uh...does you not knows who I is? I HAD to tells her my name...Puddles... and she STILL didn't knows who I was. Even thoughs her didn't knows who I was her went on and on abouts my cheery disposition and mannerisms
and mum was laughin' at hers. Her was a nice lady.
Ummmmm, I has no idea why I just told ya'll dat story.
Please send treat donations to:
*Will not accept green beans*
Puddles Duddles Rainbarrel Butt
123 Puddles St.
PS: Mum did be havin' orange poops on da botton of her shoes yesterday...told ya'll da week wasn't overs...bwhahahahahaha! They was her GOOD shoes too...and they matched.
Puddles...NOT brushin' my teefs...I eatin' cheetos.