Saturday, September 23, 2006
My mom thinks that, just by putting them on the bar, she can keep me from playing with with my toys. Yeah, right, like that is going to stop me. She really should know better by now. I've gotten stuff off of almost every surface in this house. The only way she can keep anything from me is to close it up in something.
Man, I wish I had thumbs.
On another note, I saw a poodle the other day. Man, what was that dog thinking when it got that haircut. It must have been a member of some weird religious cult or something.