Yes, yes. I survived. I rode out the storm Friday night, using various windows in the house as my lookout points. I could have alerted The Humans of the storm's progress better had I been allowed to roam the neighborhood, but whatever. We "evacuated" Saturday back to Waco to visit some old family friends. My owner (the dumb blonde) forgot my food, but I was able to survive on a shaky diet of fried chicken and peanut butter sandwiches.
Upon my return Monday morning, I took a tour of my new neighborhood via an open backyard gate. The Human seemed pretty upset as I took her on a wild goose chase to what can only be described as a crack house. I was punished for the remainder of the day, forced to run pointless errands to places I could have cared less about. One such stop was to a large area full of other Humans and lots of maroon. I peed on the grass.
It appears my owner has obtained some sort of loud tool to fix the gate I escaped out of. I was so close to freedom.
I have a music recommendation for you all. "Dat Baby Don't Look Like Me" by Shawty Putt featuring Lil John. Quite a classic.
1 comment:
hahahahahahahahahahaha.
that's all I can say.
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