I haven't heard mommy call me "Baaaad giiirrlll.." for a long time. This time I didnt care, because the floor was moving and mommy had a couple heads.
Do I look wobbly?
All I remember, was that mommy said "You'd better eat this before it goes bad" and pointed at the green beer bread she had made for their special sait padriks day. How was I suppose to know she was talking to daddy...
Yep, the evidence was left behind. I was not sure if she was unhappy that I didnt share, or that didnt eat it all, and left crumbs on the floor.
But was RRRRREEEEEAALLLYYY made her madder, was when she discovered her very special home made rye bread gone too!
She had just made a new loaf and had only a couple bites. How was I suppose to know that she wanted to eat it all herself?
The problem is, this new "Pretty Lady" she talks about in the smelly room, is my nose height. Of course if she leaves things here on my table, I am suppose to eat it, rnt I?
BARK! Sasha the Princess
Note from mommy: Before anyone reports the princess momma to PETA, no alchohol was left in the bread after it was baked. :-)