Anyhoo, I was busily helping with the pooter work, when Momma says "where's Dexter?" Uh, I hope you don't think you're talking to somebody who cares. I'm happy just meditating with my stuffie.But Momma gets worried when she doesn't know where squirt is, because he is most likely getting into trouble. She looked everywhere for him and then she discovered this! Uh oh, the door to the basement had been left open just a wee bit.
With Momma's help, the pooter is finally back to normal. She reformatted the bad hard drive and cleaned off all the piggy software it had installed. You can bet that drive is going right back to Staples as soon as they open today.
I really enjoyed the trip to England with Asta and all my pals on Friday. However, I could have done with a bit less circling, because this is how I felt when I got home.
Sure enough, captain dextroyer had squeezed his little self down the stairs and had a party with the insulation.And he got into the kibble!Bad dog! Bad dog!Sigh, why can't he just be good like me?Mango Man! Oh yeah!