Ah, SUNday again. I usually enjoy this day but today I am busy doing a lot of thinking . . .
. . . I just don't understand the white stuff on the ground. It comes and it goes. I don't know where it goes when it leaves and I don't know where it comes from when it arrives. As soon as the ground is rid of the snow then back it comes . . . I haven't a clue . . . as long as it stays outside then I guess I will be OK with that . . . and another thing that I am thinking about . . . the pink collar, did you notice? Yep, the mom put me in the pink collar . . .
. . yawn . . . sorry guess I have worn myself out and will need to catch some zzzzzs. I will just have to wait until the mom takes off the collar for me . . . that isn't such a bad deal as she will rub and scratch all around where the collar was. So I guess until then I will . . . yawn . . . zzzzzz.