How can I possibly be cold in Maryland? Why am I wearing this pink outfit when I ought to be getting a tan? But it IS cold here, and I'm wearing my coat because Momma had me stripped the other week. Now I'm down to my bottom coat, which is nice a soft, but not so warm.
It seems life is getting on pretty well here, but Dexter is still not so smart, and Foofie is really old. Momma says he may have to go away and sleep forever...sound like something I might think about, but not for a very long time. I think Momma and Susan need me too much; at least that what they say. And I plan on staying around if for no other reason than to patrol the yard and make sure Dexter knows how to behave.