Things have been going good lately. I've been eating my dogfood again. Mom seems pleased by this. I got extra treats on it last night for no reason at all! It was awesome!
I still don't feel much like playing with the other dogs, but I love my toys. My favorite thing to do is still to irritate Casey. She is SO fun to torment. She just lays there and makes noise and doesn't move, so I keep poking her and sit on her and stuff until Mom yells at me. It usually doesn't take very long. I quit for a few minutes, then go back at it again. Then I like to go lay on top of Mom on the couch, but she gets mad at me for that, too. Something about me being all paws and elbows, but now I'm fat and drooly, too. I don't think that's a very nice thing to say, but I'm not sure.
OH! I almost forgot. So, I totally think all this feeling weird is Chance's fault and I still need to frame him for something. He keeps looking at me all funny, but wants to play. Something tells me that's a bad idea. Something in my stomach. It moves sometimes and I just stare at it. I think I might have aliens. Anyway, he really got to me last night and so I took his most favorite toy and shredded it to pieces. I tried to do it in front of him, but the door was closed. Oh, it felt SO good. Mom took it away from me before I could eat the bits and pieces, though. But I think he was definitely missing it this morning. I laughed on the inside but pretended I didn't know anything on the outside. He tried to eat my food. Yeah, I really have to get him in trouble somehow.