Easy Like Sunday Morning

I mean, how else can it be? I can't jump up or down or even walk up and down stairs. Mom insisted on carrying me and scolding me if I try to jump up to the sofa. When I get into my spot, she insists on covering me up so I am warm and cozy and not straining myself. Sounds like heaven, huh? WELL NOT FOR ME! I am the DEVIL DOG. I need to be bad, misbehave, cause a ruckus, liven things up. This docility that I am displaying is KILLING me!

Thank goodness Wilma sent Brigitte and Spongy out to bring me some Ice Cream (missing the Ice Cream Social was real bummer) but at least I am not tripping as badly as Salinger. Boy is someone going to be embarrassed when they stop tripping and see themselves on video. Glad it wasn't me!