OMD my mom sucks like so much she totally has not let us blog, we go on and on signing and sending cards for her and she's like "la de dah I guess I'll blog!" So when I got a package I was hopeful it was something like what Dixie got, something awesome, to make up for the lack of niceness and prezzies. Well guess what it was?
Tan Torkelson sent me that stupid bowl. Me and Dixie were REALLY upset. Now I can't eat fast, and now she can't eat my vom. Look how shocked and depressed she looks in the above picture.
It wasn't all that bad though, we got this book, which I don't even have to open because I know what kind of dog I am.
We kept coming back to the horror of the bowl. Tanner I will now call you Torture Tortureson.
The one like really redeeming good thing was this can that Tanner farted in!!!!!!!!!! Look at how his manly musk brought me and Dixie runnin' and sniffin'. Sorry Murphy and S-Dog, we just can't resist.
The farts were fantastic.
So Tanner Torturerson, thanks for the "prezzies." I will forgive you only because you sent your farts.