Musings from the mind of Bob the chihuahua

[Legendryder]

Bob has been pestering me lately to get back to letting the world know what is on his mind. Due to money difficulties, I had to give up his website, so he no longer has a blog to vent in. I will type as he dictates so bear with me, he does have a very deep accent. Southern accent that is.

"Hey world!! Long time no speak, so to say. Life here is good, no matter what Pop says. I gots lots to eat, tons of toys and a warm bed. Don't understand why Pop is always bitching. There is also a cat here. Heh. Prime chase material if there ever was one. Pop is still pecking away on that school thing. It pisses me off sometimes. I get up in MY lap and get put back down into the floor. Back up, back down. Pop says hy will play with me later when this is done. So, I wait. It seems like a long time to me and bring hym a ball to throw. Grrrrrrr. I still wait. And wait. So up into MY lap again. And down. *sigh* I'm goin' to bed. Stupid school.
Pop says I have to go see the vet person soon. Which means I get poked with sharp stuff. Crap. I like the vet person alot, but why poke me? I didn't do nuthin'. But Pop says I am a good boy for not biting the vet person and Pop always gets me a treat after, so maybe it isn't so bad. Cause trust me, you mess with me and I WILL bite you. I'm a bad guy sometimes, yanno?
So look, I gotta go. Pop is having to go do stuff soon and I gotta go outside. Pop washed my sweater yesterday, so it smells awful. I gotta find something in the yard to make it smell as good as it did yesterday. I found something really great out there. I think it used to be an animal of some kind. Still don't understand why Pop got pissed about that. So, until I can get Pop to type for me again, you guys keep the greasy side down. That is biker speak as Pop says."

Later ya'll,

Bob