She thinks that I don't know that she and Frank are going away to our Nations Capital. I saw her packing her bag and shopping for a gift for his parents. Little does mom know that I have been planning a relaxing weekend of my own. Ever since she strapped me down and gave me this mohawk I have been getting longing barks from all the neighborhood girl dogs. I have finally made my choice and the bitch from downstairs is coming up for a slumber party. I have stocked up on treats and today mom washed the bathroom floor so that emberessing odor is gone. Now all I have to worry about how my little hot friend is getting into the apartment. . .
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