French Fry's

Mom asked to see my collar for a min and she added some new bling.

Now I’ve got an address tag, a rabies tag (even thought I don’t have rabies), a license tag (Mom still won’t let me drive) and a chip tag (which tastes nothing like chips). Now when I walk down the street everyone knows how important I am by how much I jingle. The bad thing is that now Errol knows when I’m coming and has time to hide. He must have found a new hiding place because I can never spot him anymore like I used to.
I made a new discovery this weekend as well.
French Fry’s.
“what’s a French fry” I said. Yummy I like to eat them sideways, that way I get the flavor all the way across my tongue.
Nom nom nom What do you mean it’s empty? Are you sure there aren’t any in there? Mom did you try looking under the carton? Maybe there is a french fry underneath? I was soo appreciative of the french fry’s that the next day I helped with laundry. See you all soon.