Get a Clue!

What the crap is this? I am sure my Mom meant well when she bought me this FAKE steak toy, but she really needs to get with the program. It doesn't squeak, it smells like 409, and it certainly doesn't taste like steak. I am hoping that she reads this because my birthday is in August and I want more tennis balls and a REAL steak.

I am Grounded!

I didn't even do anything wrong (I never do anything wrong). I jumped out of the jeep today when we got back from the post office and I saw the neighbor's garage door open. They have bikes and piles of crap every where. I was trying to help them make more room in the garage so I ran over there and borrowed a blue tennis ball. My Mom saw me and took it back and now I am banned from the neighbor's garage. I am going to have to put some extra effort into looking sad later so that my Mom will feel sorry for me and give me a treat.