You know it's not going right when you are yanked out of your boootee sleep at 06:30 and tossed unceremoniously into the back seat. No coffee, no walky, no brekky, heck...I didn't even had time to comb my hairs!
Then, horrors of horrors, I was dropped off at Miss Debbie's for a long spa day. Heck, Miss Debbie wasn't even there yet! Smart woman, sleeping in or dawdling over her coffee, while little me was stuck in a high rise crate. Then, when it was all over, and I was being rescued, this humongous storm hit! Wind and rain coming down sideways in sheets. The Mr. was trying to keep the golf umbrella over me and it turned wrong side out with a huge SNAP! Oh my shattered nerves! We had tornados and flood warnings. The metal roof on the boat dock was snapping and popping and She was afraid it was going to blow off. She made me n Puffy stay in the front bedroom. Then I was so over-wrought I tried to take Puffy's head off, or I would have, but she caught me before I could launch my flashy jaws of death on his scrawny chicken bone neck.
I am not a happy little scottie. I've not had my bootee sleep, they didn't have the right shade of polish for nails at the spa and that rotten Puffy got to stay home all day! He touched my toys, he had Krsipy Kreme donuts and the box was EMPTY when I got home. Then he had the nerve to snicker about my pink bows. I'm gonna put a bow on him and ship em off somewhere!!
Somebody better remember to turn off the alarm clock tonight, I am sleeping IN tomorrow and that stinkin Puff better not wake me up or he's gonna be sooorrreeee!
peesssss........there better not be any smarty pants remarks about swift warrior princesses not wearing pink bows.
Swift warrior princesses can wear anything they like!
I'm just sayin'..............