I’ve got the Monday blues. Mom’s leaving in two days. I need a new toy or something. I don’t have enough balls. I mean, squeaky toy balls. And regular balls. Mom had those cut off when I was six months old. So rude. How did she know I wouldn’t want them? Anyway, the more balls the better. I like to scatter my balls all over the floor. I also like to throw my balls in the air, and wave them around like I just don’t care.

xx,
Oakie