Hi, it’s Cherry Pearl. Mom said I could guest blog again (so soon? Sweet!). Forgive me if I make any typing mistakes. Not easy to
tickle tap the keyboard with nails like these.
Also Mom says I need a bath. She says I’m stinky. But the way she’s been running around here picking up this and that and sleeping til almost lunch time I think I’ll dodge the suds for a time or two. Not that I have any concept of time. Except for three o’ clock when I instinctively know it is time to feed. Inhale, if you will. Except when it’s the last of the feed bag and all that’s left are the crumbs and dregs. I won’t go there. I just won’t. Yes, me being a pug you might find it hard to believe I’d turn my smooshed, snorty nose up to anything. But that stuff is just unacceptable. My human dad and brother understand. They won’t even eat the last of the cereal. Mom is a weirdo (sorry, Mom). Sometimes she actually crunches her cereal with her hands to give it that last-of-the-feed-bag consistency. Weird.
So the house smells like a mixture of me, burned out candles, and leftovers. I haven’t chewed on the legos piled up on the floor, despite what Brother might think. I have not done that in at least three weeks. Oops, I forgot I said I’ve no concept of time.
Mom has had to vacuum twice to suck up all the fluffies my new toy leaves behind every time I
mangle play with it. But it is so awesome! Only bad thing is it doesn’t resemble a squirrel.
So Mom will be back to posting next week. She’s got a lot on her mind and finds it difficult to focus and get back into her routine. At least that’s what she keeps saying. I don’t understand this a lot on your mind thing. Maybe that’s why Mom sometimes looks at me and says she wishes she could be me for a day. Or maybe it’s because I get to snooze any time I flippin want to.