Soooo, its been a while since I wrote my diary. Mums been busy travelling and I was sent on ‘retreat’ to Nanna and Grandads. I put on 2kg in the 3 weeks I was on ‘holiday’ eating supposedly ‘thumb nail’ sized treats (grandad gave me foot sized treats) and mum put on 5kg eating everything she could get her hands on, me thinks. Anyhow, my huge fan pool of 5 asked if I would post again, so here it is. My day. Had a run down near the river with the ball. Met a fluffy dog called ‘sparky’ who liked to be chased - no judgement here, and then we had brekkie at Little Stove. The humans got at the nice stuff, I got the usual crap in the little container that mum gets excited about. Who cares about your shitty liver biscuit, I say. She ignores me and forces me to sit so I can have it. Big whoop. The we went to a crappy Christmas craft market. Mum loves that shit, but dad and I pretend to be interested. It got really boring so I thought I would liven up things with a sneaky vomit in front of the handmade bags stall. twice. Mum was chatting to the nutty lady in the tent and dad was getting excited over the vomit and waving excitedly to mum. settle down old man, I thought. He collected the chunky vomit up in the poo bag to keep for later. Dad’s weird like that. So this is me sleeping it off on the couch, I might get a bonus lunch off of the vomit incident. fingers crossed.
