Aunt Marta came back from her trip the other day, and she picked up Swish yesterday afternoon, now there's only one Oaf in the house! I can finally enjoy a little bit of peace, but the Oaf that is left has been Mister Pouty Pants since the Oafette left. However, the Oaf's poutiness has been to my advantage, we got deer bones last night! They are so yummy! Mommy and Daddy made us chew on our bones in our beds, because they're "gross" says Mommy. So we're in our beds just gnawing away at our bones, and I thought to myself, "Self, you know what would be fun? Messing with the Oaf!" You see Trek's bone was right up against the wall of his bed, next to my bed, so every time he would go to chew on his bone I'd growl at him a little bit. Tee Hee Hee!!! He turned into France immediately. That puppy is so much fun to pick on, but I guess Daddy didn't think it was very funny. Next thing I know Daddy is putting me in Swish's bed with my bone. He didn't even wash the blankets, so now I smell like a Golden, hmph!
Tchau!
