Oct 25, 2007

At Least It's Not Tuxie Toosday

Well, Mom is bizzy bizzy again. She is mumbling about coming up for air sometime this century. Do you know what she means by that? I thought if she couldn't breathe, she'd turn blue or fall over. You never know with these humans, though. I hope she gets enough air. She says I can make a windstorm the way I wag my tail. So maybe I'll go wag my tail at her so she gets plenty of air.