|Not happy face.|
It's not because I wasn't happy to see my human. Or that I didn't have a totally awesome time hanging out with Frank and his blonde dude. I just think it kinda sucked that Dutch got to spend weeks on the Other Coast eating who knows what when I had to stay home and get humped by Frank.
Ok. So maybe I did a little humping too. And maybe I even liked it a little. And maybe my human did send me (and Frank) an entire package of pre-cooked goodness all the way from New Jersey:
But still. Half a pound of bacon is not enough to make me forget I was abandoned. So I put on my best you-don't-love-me-anymore face and waited for the guilt treats to start flowing. I stared. I waited. Stared some more. Waited. I even threw in an extremely pathetic Jimmy.
I was starting to worry maybe my human really didn't love me anymore. That's when she told me about this:
She also told me about all the awesomeness that happened here. How the whole flock came together to help Dutch pay for his $3089.64 new belly.
Um. Yeah. Who feels guilty now?
Me and Dutch and my human have been trying reeallly hard to come up with some extrasuperspecial awesome thing we can do to say
Again (with bacon on top) for being SO FREAKING AWESOME. And everything else.
That doesn't really say everything I want it to say. Not even a tiny slice of everything. But I think you know what I mean.