This is my reason for me saying those mean words on my blog. Everynight when dad gets home I run over and dig through our toybox and find my little white bear, that mom got me on my gotcha day, which is coming up next month. Its little black eyes are chewed up from my stupid brother Sammer, and its little heartlight hardly ever lights up and sings, cos stupid Maggie shakes the crap out of it, but it is still my little white baby bear. Well, just as soon as I get hold of it , I run as fast as I can to my Dad's lap all the while dodging Maggie and Gus trying to steal it out of my mouth, and sometimes I actually get to Dad's lap with it still in my mouth, I jump up high and settle down to sit with him and my little bear, when Maggie jumps like a shark out of the water, and steals it from me.
My mom gets really mad at her, and makes her give it back to me, but by that time my little sweet heart is just broken, and I give up and lay down in the cliner.....defeated.....by the stooopids.
P.S. on the bright side, no one pee's on my cooling pad anymore, cos mom keeps a pillowcase on it, and lays it on the end of the loveseat.... HAPPY 4th of JULY....Mom will be back on MOnday.