Since my raw meat order for this month is now a week late in arriving at my door, I'm really starting to get stressed out. Last night I was in my crate and I had a bad dream. I dreamed that the meat man was driving down the street, when all of a sudden, the back of his truck busted open and my goat escaped, running throughout the city. My goat was so fast, I couldn't catch him. He ran to the land of the uncatchable rabbits never to be feasted upon again.
My super favorite toy, the singing Christmas Tree Mouse Toy, didn't come from the magical computer store. It came from my grandma human instead. Boy oh boy. That toy is just the greatest. I love it so much I couldn't bring myself to completely detach the right ear like I do with all my other toys. I left it only partly severed. He is just so special to me -- I will even sometimes take him out for our potty walks so he can get some fresh air. He sings to me when I thrash him and his little tree decorations light up. I make sure to give him at least 5 good thrashings after breakfast each morning, and I know my humans just LOVE to hear him sing his song over and over and over. The battery never dies! It's so great!!