Rough weekend. I feel like I got beat up by a mutant giant cat. Do they have giant cats? That would be horrible.
These aliens...okay, dad says they are actually puppies, which makes WAY more sense...are driving me crazy. They are kicking me and moving around all the time. Every time I move, I throw up. I want to eat and drink so much, but it makes me feel bad. I just want them OUT. Mom keeps telling me "soon" and sticking a stick up my rear and making me stay. I figured out if I walk forward, the stick comes out, but Mom gets mad. Now she makes me stand in a corner so I can't walk away. I have to wait for the stick to beep before she lets me go. Really annoying.
Mom and Dad have been working in the back room a lot. I don't know what they are doing, but I keep trying to help. They really don't let me. It's looking good, though. I think I might want to live there for awhile. There is a nice bed out there. Mom says it's hers. We'll see. I've seen Casey on it a bunch when she's not home. Oh! Speaking of that...I totally figured out how to get out of my crate yesterday. I can't believe it took me so long! Mom thinks she's so smart putting me in the different kind since I broke out of the others when I was like way young, but I've got this one down now, too. I only stay in it sometimes to make them happy. And because there's nothing else to do.
Last night was nice, though. It was storming really bad outside and I got to cuddle on the couch with Mom and Dad. They kept putting their hands on my belly and laughing. I'm not sure what that was about. I worry about them sometimes. Mom says I get to go for a trip today. I hope it's a good one. Dad gave me a bath last night, so I think it must be something special.
*YAWN* They kept me up late last night and then got up early this morning, so I think it's time for a nice nap. Crazy humans.