Mom made me go with her and Rich today so I wouldn't sit at home and pout. We went to the pet store and I cuddled a bunny. Mom bought me a new pair of sunglasses, too.
Mary doesn't know what she's doing at the store. I had to lay down the law while I was there getting something from the back for mom. At least she left the dogs at home.
Last night's Walker, Texas Ranger movie-a-thon didn't go too well. It's sad that I can't stay up past nine, anymore.
Pulp Fiction is a good movie. Quintin Terantino reminds me slightly of a younger-looking Morrissey. Maybe I'm crazy. Probably.
Potter hates to be brushed.