Why in the world my the Mom would make it her personal mission to take the pitchers of me durin this time of year wif the daily freats of impendin doom... I have no idea, nor will I cooperate.
I have made it no secret that I am feelin uneasy most days here lately, and I have no interest in capturin the moment wif phot op, but just want to follow the ole gal around.
I am a big follower of the her, anyway... rain or shine, but I especially don't like her outta my sight durin the former or freat thereof.
Our house make a big circle and we go round and round it lotsa times a day, steppin or hoppin over the Bleu wif each loop.
You may fink that I have had storm over my head ever day but this is not true. And in fact, my the yard needs water bad. But problem is I can feel and hear the storm twenty-five miles away and we have been surrounded by the them.
So needless to say we are all kinda tired and stressed in this house and even though the Mom she do sing the songs to us and brush us love on us, we are all ready for a break in this awful weather.
The weather man (if you believe him) do say that next week we will get it, but come back here and I let you know for the sure.
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