Ugh, I know it's been something embarrassing when I notice that the thumb-havers have been sitting on the floor cooing at me for quite some time, and that they are mopping up my drool with a towel. Did you know that 5% of all dogs are epileptic? I don't know what that means, but that's what they tell anyone who happens to be around during one of my seizures. Anyhow, I managed not to piss myself, which is more than I can say of my new little brother the Rug-Pisser. He really needs his tail washed, as it got in the way a few days ago when he curled it up on his belly while peeing excitedly.
PoppyDaddy did a lot of packing last night and this morning, and he never once asked me if I wanted to go for a ride. Something fishy is up.
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