Thursday PlusOne brought Lucky and I to see Memere and Pepere.
This is what I looked like after I ate 3/4 of a bag of Missy's (Memere's woofie) special treats ordered directly from the vet's office. They were in the cabinet under the sink and behind the garbage can. There were no locks on the cabinet (Missy does not get into the cabinets) and the only reason they were behind the garbage can is because Memere was not ready to start giving them out to Missy.
Mom's co-workers say that I need a new job. A job that utilizes my special skills. Mom has no clue what kind of job I could do and not get into trouble. Memere and Pepere say I am a pill. I say that mom better buy Memere some more treats. What do you think?