The Chronicles of a Collie

Ado, ado

The runt has fell ill. Caughing like it's his job and basically finding any last way to possibly cause any annoyances in the household. Of course he's had the humans at his disposal, waiting on his sickly self hand and foot. Yesterday as we were strolling the grassy fields yonder, I gave that little runt a head-butt and sent him flying to Tahiti. Humans remarked that it was the funniest thing they've regarded thus far. The runt is the lesser dog in the household and somebody needs to instill that in his petite pee-brain. I digress.

The horribly humid season of summer has unofficially kicked off, and I am less than amused. It is just common knowledge among us ladies that the humidity is horrible for our hair, not to mention that I despise the hot and sweaty feeling. It is detestable, darling. Detestable!

I have a mad desire to go shopping. My Loofa is officially destroyed, courtesy of -you guessed it- the runt. Not just destroyed, massacred. The unfortunate thing has had all of it's inner contents (stuffing in simpler terms) removed, and ever so violently. I do suspect that the runt has some inner-frustration that he is no doubt bestowing upon us in the form of destruction.

I will now go lounge on the couch like a true lady.

Au revoir,

-Sally