Today is supposed to be Dexter day, right? But noooooo, my day was wrecked by the Relentlessly Huge Beastie. He is the most pathetic, manipulative creature that ever walked the face of the earth. To start with, he's still milking Momma for sympathy over his dumb decapitated Santa stuffie by making sad face about having to play with the stuffies that we have left.
Then he starts telling me about his plan for getting ALL the attention today...
He said he was going to go into the dog cave and cry and cry until Momma paid attention to him and I better stay in the kitchen if I knew what was good for me.
I tried to protest that it was Sunday, which means its Dexter day, but he told me NO WAY!
He even pinched my cheeks until I promised to stay in the kitchen while he was up to his evil deeds. I had to acquiesce, I mean he could squish me if he wanted to.
Once he got me to say "uncle" he went into the dog cave all bold as can be and hid his head under the table and cried and stupid Momma fell for it!
Look at him getting all smoochie face love! What a piggie.
Yeah, he's pretty pleased with himself. So much for Dexter day I guess.
In an act of defiance, I made myself at home on my couch even though the anti-lab blankets were in the washing machine. There! Take that!