I just started blogging again, getting into the swing of things, and feeling good, but now, I suspect that is all going to come to an end.
I hear rumors. Whispering talk. A two syllable word that rhymes with guppie. Or yuppie. While I know my human pet could be misconstrued for a young urban professional, I hardly think she fits that mold to a tee. I know we have no fish, so I'm pretty sure that I might need some more Epi-Otic to clean out my ears to really know what's happening around here.
There's a road trip being planned as well. Some place called Weatherford, Texas. I looked it up online, and I found out that it's 45 minutes outside of Fort Worth. I'm certain we don't know anyone from there so I'm not sure who the pet is planning on visiting.
After listening to ripping and tearing sounds from the kitchen, I crawled into the garbage bag to discover a itsy-bitsy piece of paper. The only scrap of a clue I have is this:
Apparently, the human pet is even hiding evidence from me. I think she believes she's smarter than me, but I'm going to have to show her just how misled she is. I'm going to find out, so help me! She can't keep secrets from me in my own house!