So I'm feeling a bit better. I spent Sunday curled up just within arms reach of Daddy while he worked on a puzzle. Every now and then he'd reach back and cuddle me. Life is good. My face isn't swollen anymore, the owie on my foot doesn't hurt anymore, though it's still a little red, and I get to go to Day Camp today! Whee! Last time they worte on my report card I love(heart) Bolo! Why wouldn't I want to go back to that. Pei laughter.
So what's this Giant Kong nonsense I wrote in the title? Well, everyone knows I have my own pee-mail address right? So Mom and I were looking through this message that got caught in the Spam Filter, I thought Spam was meat. Can you filter stuff through meat?
The title of the pee-mail was Get a Giant King-Kong. Ooooo. I told Mommy to stop because I wanted to check that one out. She goes, Bolo, they're not talking about Kongs like the one I bought you that you never play with. Really? says I, Then what are they talking about? Mom says Dangley bits. I snorted and said That's false advertising! She totally agreed with me. I was all hyped up to have a contest for something else and have the Kong as a prise too. Sigh.
Oh well. Doesn't matter I guess, I'm going to Day Care!
Sniff ya later!