According to Mom, I forgot myself this morning. I'm not sure what that means. How can I forget myself when I am myself? One of us is confused and I think it's Mom. Here's the backstory. I love, love, love to sleep on the big bed with Mom and Dad. It's a good thing. We're a pack and the pack should sleep together. I mean, you never know when a bear or a moose or even some big old deer will sneak up on you when you sleep. Am I right?
Of course, I'm right! I'm Deuce!
So I sleep with Mom and Dad. Loki was outside last night so it was just the three of us. Mom got up first thing this morning, and I figured she wasn't coming back, so I used her pillow. What did Mom do? She didn't say a word, just snatched up her camera and took a picture. Then she said I was "blog fodder," whatever that means.
Well, I knew she meant it would go on my blog, but there's more. I bet she even puts this picture on Twitter and Pinterest. Maybe even Instagram. Does that mean I'm famous, or infamous?
***Note from Mom***
He sounds soooo contrite for sliding into my spot, doesn't he?
Well, if you ask me, your mom should get you your own pillow, this way you won't have to... borrow hers! Problem solved!
ReplyDeleteAuntie Roxy! That's a great idea, but I worry that Mom will put my special pillow on the floor.....I wouldn't like that.
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm sure you wouldn't! You're Deuce! You need your own pillow ON the bed! Tell her I said so :)
ReplyDeleteAuntie Roxy, Mom said you are going to get me in trouble.
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