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Mean Wendy

© Chelsea

Hello all. It's me, Chelsea, again.

I'm afraid you'll have to forgive Wendy. She just got back from something called vacation and refuses to get out of bed. She says she needs a vacation from her vacation, whatever that's supposed to mean, and asked me to cover her article for this month.

I'm so mad. As if it's not bad enough that she packs me off to her mother's house while she disappears for a whole week without telling me where she was going. Then she comes back talking her fool head off about some place called Universal Studios Orlando and going on and on about roller coasters and the like. HA! She didn't even ask me if I wanted to go. She took her cousin Matt, but didn't even invite me.

She told me that I wouldn't have liked the roller coasters anyway. Well, I've seen pictures of those things and I think I would be willing to give a try. Wendy just laughed and said that the seatbelt wouldn't have fit me anyway. I say that's discrimination on the park's part! To think, in this day and age there are still places that discriminate against those of us with four legs. I don't know why Wendy would want to go to such a place anyway.

She didn't even bring me back anything! Mean thing. This is bordering on animal neglect.

And now she asked me to cover her article for her. Grrrrrr. I should bite her on the butt. She didn't give me a topic. I know she's been doing a lot of articles about those people who want to ban certain types of dogs. This is all well and good, and I'm glad she's doing it, but I haven't done any research myself.

I did, however, find a very good book while Wendy was gone. So I guess I'll just give you guys a book review. If any of you have a problem with that, then send your dog over and we'll all bite Wendy on the butt. So, here we go:

Rott-N-Literature

Memoirs of a Papillon: The Canine Guide to Living with Humans without Going Mad By Genevieve - as told to Dennis Fried.

That's right, I've stumbled across a book written by a dog. A dog after my own heart. Her name is Genevieve and she is a Papillon who lives in that same place that Wendy went to called Florida with her two owners, Denny and Katrina.