What's Mom Doing to Me?

What is this thing she put over my butt? I don't like it. Not one bit. Is this because I peed in the bed? Twice. I'm sorry Mommy. Please take this thing off me. I promise to be good. I know you were really cross at me for waking you up at 4:30 in the morning the other day. And also for making you take a morning off to go to the laundrymat to clean your comforter. I don't like your "mean" voice. I'm sorry. I really am.

I won't do it again. Now, what exactly is it that I did wrong?

Stuffies

I love 'em. I like 'em in the bed with me. All of 'em. I really like my mommy to play with me and my stuffies at night. I go wild trying to grab 'em from my mom. She tires of the game easily. I could play all night! I think I like my monkey the best. He makes a cool noise. It sounds like this: "WAAAA - WA - WA - WAAAA!"

I can reach my paws up really high to reach 'em. Sometimes I topple over, but that's okay. I never fall off the bed. Mommy puts them back in my stuffie basket, but I usually bring 'em back to bed. All 28 of 'em.

Brrrr...It's cold out there!

Mommy took me out this morning and boy, was it windy! I did a quick pee and said, "No thanks," to the walk. I bolted back to the deck. Mommy just tsk-tsked me because she had to go meet with a client.

When Mommy returned, I was in my newest favorite spot, "our" bed. Mommy calls it her bed, but she should know better! She said that the S word is in the forecast. What? Oh, snow. Why do DCers freak out at that word? Just stay inside if you don't like it! I'm down with that...and a pumpkin latte please.