Mom took me to Virginia Beach this past weekend. She said something about a Color Me Rad 5k. Whatebs. She didn't bring me, so pfffth.
On the other hand, I did travel in comfort. I mean, does your human bring your dog beds on rides?
I don't often sit, but when I do, I try to look as awkward as possible.
Mom stopped at Wendy's for lunch. I was scopin' out the menu for my order.
I'll take the baconator monster burger please, Mom.
Mom, Y U NO GET ME MAH BACONATOR?! I can haz your cheeseburger?
How about a fry?
For shame, woman, for shame.
Tired of lookin' cute to get noms.
Mom, less clicky-flashy box, more fries.
Ugh, fine. I gibs up.
Despite my size, I squeezed into Pepper's crate (which is a small/medium). I even managed to turn around inside it. Mom wasn't sure how.
No, I am NOT too big!
Told you I wasn't stucks!
On de way home. I was workin' out mah neck muscles.
Mom, maybe you should focus.
Despite my bad breath, Mom thinks mah teefs are pretty cute.
Really, woman, enough with the clicky-box. No body wants to see all these photos. (Well, they better, but I'm trying to be modest!)
I reteached Mom that I really am cat safe... INSIDE. There was that one time last year that it was suggested that maybe I wasn't. But I iz. I didn't eat Schwarzenegger the kitty (that's not really his name, but it started with an S!) and I even tolerated Chloe (the pup) wanting to play with me.
