The Spelzer Chronicles

Oh my valve!

It's been so long since I've written. Where to start...let's see...We've relocated the Southern White House. Dad has moved us in with New Mama and her 2 cats. That brings the mischpucha to 8 including the humans. The new cats are Big Mama (I'm not kidding...she's huge, and doesn't like Dad very much...maybe it's the fat jokes) and Banjo. Rosie's in love with him. It's pretty pathetic really. I just like the fact that we have a pawsome queen size bed.

What else...I'm working on having Michael Vick deported to Sweden. He claims he's not from there, but I don't give a poop. I'm the President and so there. It's not like I'm trying to have him sent to Guantanamo. Though I would like to slather his naughty bits with Alpo and put him in the ring with some of his dogs, but Rosie says that is against the law. Maybe I need to run for undisputed ruler of planet Earth...