Okay, it really annoys me when I talk to Motch and get ignored.
This happened just the other day when I needed something from this drawer. I couldn't open it myself, and I needed help.
And then of all things, she asked, "Petra, what's wrong?"
What's wrong?!
The drawer was stuck, shut tight, and I wanted it opened. How much plainer could I make it?
As you can see, I remained patient for quite some time, but eventually patience gave way to boredom (notice the yawn) and hunger, so I gnawed at a piece of wood and enjoyed the taste.
Guess I showed her.
This is a geranium. It's red. I like to poop beside it on the rocks. It looks like it needs more fertilizer, doesn't it?


OK, the tour is over and so is my exercise for the day. Time for a nap! 
One thing I'm very thankful for is this: I'm glad he's not close to being 90 yet. I just couldn't take back-to-back parties like the one I just went through.




And this is what he looks like today. He's still cute, and I love him alot.
I am a pup of many talents (a musician and a cook, for starters) and now I've discovered another skill: I am a shoemaker. Notice the detail; what a masterpiece. Each shoe was given the same amount of attention as I slowly and carefully added my artistic touch. Magnificient, if I do say so myself.
Yes, life was good last Sunday afternoon, until I walked into the closet and found that all my shoes were gone. The floor was empty. Not a crumb of leather was left on the floor.
And then I looked up. That sneaky Motch and PA took my shoes and threw them in a bag and hung them on a wall.
I saw PA take two pairs of his shoes and throw them in the garbage, but Motch kept her leather boots. She's a good mom; I can't wait to see her wear those in the snow next winter.

With this in mind, I, Petra Pot Pie, solemnly swear to let Fig eat her bones without trying to "share" them. That's my first step in showing respect.







They scored so many runs that I got bored, but I was lucky to find something to do for entertainment.
