I'm feeling better. Thanks for all the love (everydog) and for giving it to me straight (Grammie) and the words of support. And you're all right - I'm the ONLY BROTHER Mean Sister Fig has! Woot! HA - I bet that little old Petra Pie can't make big boy pee-pee on the trees, huh? And what about making big boy pee-pee on bushes?! And curbs?! And dumpsters?! And really tall pieces of grass?!?! Nope - only ME, TADPOLE POMEGRANATE can do that! And today, Mean Sister Fig and I chased each other around and around and around and around the house, while Massah-in-Law was trying to study for her Theeeee-Seeeeeees or Diss-Her-Station or something. So that made me happy too.
I've (cautiously) decided to give Petra a shot. Look at me in this video - I'm NOT EVEN RUNNING AWAY FROM HER!!! Can you believe me?!?!
Gosh darn it, I am so impressed with my outrageous and unbelievable bravery. I should get a baby carrot for that. Note: It may look like I was staring to play, but I was actually trying my very hardest NOT to run screaming from the room.... Anyway, one last thing - look what I did last night!
I made some of my loveliest poo in Motch's house while wearing my festive Christmas sweater! That makes me happiest too!