I like motel rooms. They make me dance.
I Get Her Back.
Once again She Who Thinks She's in Charge has made me camp again. She got smart this time and decided to "camp" in the van. It is a little warmer, but there isn't enough room for me to spread. I got her back though by tossing up the grass I ate earlier, at 4:30am no less! Now who's in charge?
I Hate Thunder. I Hate Camping.
My slaver decided she'd save a few bucks and tent camp for a few days. I've never been so cold. Then last night, I plastered myself next to her and took over her inflatable bed because it started to rain, got noisy and then thunder started. I got so scared, I started to shake a lot, and not from being cold either. My slaver has decided to do the decent thing and put us up in a motel room for a few nights. I'll get her back though. I'm taking over her king bed tonight.
Hi, my slave name is Mavis. I like smells. My human being has been kind enough to let me document what I smell. I can't see anything anymore and my hearing is going, but boy, do I love smells! Oh, and a good treat, too. I have to go back to sleep now.