Um, I am getting ready for lockdown. They just bought me food and now they say I need more!
Yoikes. How long am I in for?
I figure a week is really seven weeks, so I guess I'll see you all in mid August.
Waah.
Moms will promise to monitor my site and my behavior via the telephone.
They also promised me a moose from Alaska.
I hope my grandmere sends me up a toy from SD.
sigh.
be strong peeps, we will make it through this rough time.
ernest the brave
A blog by a basset hound named Ernest puppy who is making the lives of two people in Seattle very happy and one day hopes to run for public office.
4 comments:
This is to much for my anxiety. I can barely sleep thinking of you stuck in that awful place. Pee on their suitcases! They can't go anywhere with pee on their suitcases.
Seven Weeks? Is that dog weeks or human weeks?
Worried now.
Need Ernest fixes..... or will get withdrawl.
Dammit Ernest... if only I could've driven myself to that complex!
Holy cow! That's such a long time. With the map you posted surely we can figure something out.
wally
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