Late last night, there must have been a whole bunch of coyotes in the neighborhood, because they were howling like crazy! They were AWFUL...not to mention off key (not as lame as dad but, still, way bad). I started to roo, to show those slugs how it's done. But then I thought, if Ripley wasn't going to join in, why should I lose sleep (I only got 16 hours yesterday (chaaa) thanks to dad's death march walks and him constantly giving us treats), so I rolled over and went back to that favorite dream of mine.
Maybe I'll roo some later today. I'll wait till dad's on the phone. That always gets him to flap his arms like crazy and bulge out his eyes. Hilllll arious! BOLBOLBOLBOLBOLBOL!