I'm very sorry that I have not blogged lately. I've been very distracted, somewhat depressed and extremely annoyed by something that invaded my house on Wednesday. THIS is what has me all wonky:

It's a puppy.
And it's a girl.
And MomDad keep trying to tell me she is now my sister.
And they're also trying to make me be nice to her and not snap at her and they're even forcing me to SHARE with her! Can you believe it?!?! She even has a pink bed! PINK IS GROSS!!!!
I didn't even know what was happening. All I remember is Dad came home from work early on Wednesday and we taked a nap together. Then Mom came home and ran around the house all a-twitter. Then she and me and Dad loaded up in the car and went on a trip. I thought we were going to GrandmaGrandpa's but instead we ended up at some peoples' house I've never been to before. They had some other dogs there. Some were my size. Most of them were small like that girl up there. They all followed me around while I inspected and marked up their yard. I was all cool with this new place we were visiting because they had new and tasty dog food out for me to snack on. The next thing I knew, I was whisked away to the car and when MomDad finally joined me and took me home, that little puppy was in the car with us!!!!
It was horrible. She pooped on Mom first thing. What a dumb girl. Doesn't she know you're not supposed to poop on Mom? That's bad news.
That girl dog spent the night! I was shocked!
Mom kept bringing more and more pink girlie toys in the house which was okay since I really like toys and can always use new stuff to play with. But all of a sudden, she was yelling at me to NOT play with those toys! What the heck?!
I started to lay down the law with that little pipsqueak right away. I said to her, "This is
my house. These are
my toys. This is
my MomDad. Don't touch
any of them."
I don't think her hearing is so good.

That girl dog is
still here. I guess she's supposed to be living with us now. I've started to keep track of things about her so I can figure out how to lure her far far away from us. Here is what I know so far:
1. They call her Scarlett, or Miss Scarlett, or Little Bit, or Scarlett O'Hara. I have yet to figure out what any of those names mean.

2. She has ADHD. I swear to Dog, her thought processes are like this: "OMG! TOYS! FROGGIE! CHEW CHEW CHEW! OMG! WHAT'S OVER THERE!? Ooooo! WATER TO DRINK! OMG! RUN OVER THERE! NOW RUN OVER THERE! OMG! SCRATCH!! CAN I EAT THAT?! WHAT'S THAT OVER THERE?! I'M GONNA EAT IT! CHEW CHEW CHEW!"

3. Just as quickly as she thinks and does all that, she collapses and falls asleep.
4. She really likes pink.
5. She thinks she is big like me and can play with
my toys. She is very very wrong.


6. She likes to watch me in the yard a lot.
7. She poops like a ZILLION TIMES A DAY!

I am not sure yet what I am going to do with this thing called Scarlett. First, I must consult with
Deefor who also recently experienced a similar home invasion. If anyone else has any advice for me, please leave a comment!
I need help here!