Thanks sooooo much for being so worried about us, for saying so many nice things about missing me, for being really nice to Jack (he's never been on the internet before), and for coming back. I'm not 100% sure what's been going on with my human (I heard her say something about gory details and didn't want to ask) but she's doing OK enough now to let me use her thumbs again.
So. Other than missing me missing you, you haven't missed much. Our stay at the HOM was pretty much the same as always: way too short, ridiculously fun and full of food. Tasty food. Meaty food.
As always, The Man promised not to feed us too much and like always, he totally broke that promise. He also promised to pick up a bag of dog food before bringing us home and you know what a trip to the food store means. Yup. A weigh in.
Are you serious??
Dude totally overfeeds us... and then sticks my butt on a freaking scale. Yeah. He said it would make my human feel better to see that I didn't get fat. Except, uh, I kinda did.
Hello 26.1! Ugh.
Luckily The Man doesn't know about the 25 pound rule so we got loads of snacks at the dog food store (uh, more on that tomorrow). He also made me pose with a box of diet food. Said it would make my human laugh and feel better. No idea why, but it totally did.
My human is super happy about being back and feeling almost human again so she hasn't say a word about the whole 26.1 thing. But if she does, I'm going to make her feel extremely guilty for shipping us off to the House of Meat to get fat. And for making us sleep on the floor when we got home. AND for making me miss everyone. AND for making you go though withdrawal. AND...