Going to the Dogs

Well, attention remains scarce, as the humans are still preoccupied with the baby. He is louder now, talking and yelling and laughing, and the humans are enthralled. It's sickening.

Speaking of sickening, the humans have all been. Sick, that is. Good for me, because I like to steal the tissues and chew them up. Yes, you read that right, that's what I said. Don't judge me. My life isn't so easy anymore, plus, as they say, don't knock it 'til you've tried it. Ooh, SNAP.

On the up side, since the humans feel guilty about ignoring me (and are in a weakened state, heh), they let me get away with more than they were, little things like sometimes sitting on their laps or slipping onto the bed for a snooze. Every little bit is good, more like things used to be. But overall, it's still a colder, less civilized world. Take Thanksgiving, for example. Once I would have been taken along to celebrate with the family and given turkey dog food, at the very least, if not actual people food. But no more.

I don't like this new primitive way of life, except for administering the occasional Penny smackdown. Sadly, they aren't as frequent as they used to be; she's doing much better now that Molly and I came to an understanding with her. But Dios mio, those two are like wild animals! How can they be so happy to just run around, eat dog food, and sleep, and scratch, and stink? *shudder* Just writing about it is giving me hives. I need a nap. Maybe I can sneak onto the bed...