We ran out of cookies ...

I'm so upset. We ran out of cookies on SATURDAY and mommy still hasn't gone to the store to get some more. Doesn't she know I LIVE for COOKIES??

Sometimes when I have to take medicine, mommy tries to fool me and tell me its a treat. I can see right through that. I know I never get peanut butter or cheese unless something icky comes with it. Everyday she calls me in the kitchen, "Puckers!! Come get a yum-yum!!" and so I go, wagging my tail just to amuse her. She takes one of my pills and dips it in peanut butter. Then she makes me sit and shake. That's a load of crap if you ask me. I'm not going to put up a fuss, I'm going to swallow the pill, why does she make me do tricks for it? Finally she gives it to me and I swallow it in one big gulp.

I don't like these pills, but mommy says they are necessary. They make me vvvveeeerrrrryyyyy sssssllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppyyyy. They are for my condition called "separation anxiety". You see, when mommy leaves me alone, it upsets me. That's one reason I started this blog - its a distraction. But I hate being alone. Sometimes I worry that she'll never come back to me. Sometimes I worry that I will wait and wait and wait and she'll never come home. When she is home, I try to be as good a puppy as possible so she'll never want to leave me. I know my mommy loves me, but this worrying is just something I can't help. I don't like to take the pills, but they make me sleepy and they make me calm, so I don't get bent out of shape when she's not around. Its what mommy calls a "necessary evil".

Speaking of evil, Zoey is itching to get on the computer. I think she goes to some male cat porn site. She's so weird.

Hurry home mommy. And bring some cookies!!