Scary Smakk
I will try to get this post out as quickly as possible. I am a little tired from last night still and can't wait to hit the 2x3 inch square of fabric that I'm supposed to call bed. Last night was the scariest night of my life. Yes, first night at Smakk's house was also scary. Also, the time he kicked the door down and of course the day Bunny poured out the bottle of Captain. Anyway, last night I'm minding my own business hanging out in the kitchen trying to look hungry when the doorbell rings. I begin my ferocious sounding bark. I sound scary. In fact, I kind of scare myself doing it. Ron opens the door and this freakish looking short human is dressed up in some sort of costume. Lots of fur and makeup and giggling. I cower away from the door. Then the thing reaches into a bowl of what I thought were treats for me and takes a handful of the treats and runs away. I start up the bark again. How dare that thing take my treats! After this I was put in the back yard. I was forced to watch and bark through the window for at least a hour as more tiny humans came and took more of my treats. Then the real horror began. They moved me into the bedroom with the cat. Cat and I were locked in a room together for what felt like days as she pounced on me and tormented me before she fell asleep on my "bed". Needless to say, I'm exhausted. Next year I will do all I can to keep this from happening again. When I see them carving another one of these things I will be ready. -Carrot