I am SICK of RAIN... it started during the night and rained CONSTANTLY until 3:30 yesterday afternoon. NO STORMS... just NEVER ENDING RAIN! To the Tune of one and one half inches (1 1/2") in twelve hours... This is my rain gauge. It is attached to my SAFE Play AREA Fence... and you can see my pawsonal private SWAMP.. which I (Frankie Furter) USED to believe would be MY GARDEN. I showed you this LAST week... AND as you can see... it has NOT gotten Dry yet. The only thingys we have planted are a few green onions and about 460 regular onions.
Now you can see why I am Worried about my... SWAMP/GARDEN. We dawgs are NOT supposed to even EAT onions. WAAAAAH I'm gonna STARVE next winter. No green peppers in the freezer, No jars of my mom's home made V-8 juice fur soups and stuffs, No Cabbage in the freezer fur Corned beef and cabbage next St. Paddy's Day. WHAAAAAAH
I am SICK of RAIN. THIS is as bad as all that SNOW we had last winter!!! BAH.
Well, at least I did have a fun Super Secret Squiggle Word...
Butt If I tried to do that right now... it would sound like SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH. PeeS... in case you didn't hear it... Puddles Killed her FURST chipmunk!!!
BRAVO BRAVO B R A V O
I hear that she made Chipmunkabobs and took them to Minna Krebs' big cook out.
Butt that MIGHT just be a Blog Rumor.
AND... as far as Puddles being pawt of SQUEAL TEAM 6... that fur sure is a Mistake.. What I hear is that it was started when her MOM saw 6 Pee Ants.. and Squealed like a squirrel with a squished tail.