So my parents keep talking about Washington and about what they're going to bring and what they're going to do there. So I'm all starting to think about what chewies I'm going to bring and which jackets and stuff, and then I find out that I'm not going!!!! My grandma is going to come here and stay with me, which is ok, but I really want to see the ocean and meet my auntie and uncle and their pups! But my mom said that I'm too big to ride in the plane and I would have to ride in the belly and she's too worried about me having breathing trouble because she would have to sedate me because I'm kind of a freak and once I didn't breathe well on sedatives. Whatever.
My anger is feuling the hurricane! (But really, Hurricane Ike is not my fault and I hope everyone is ok.)
Here's a picture of me with no real meaning because my mom hasn't been taking pics of me lately.