Greg, the dog, a look back: The trouble with Churbles.

Today my owners came back with a big surprise… a cat. I mean, seriously a CAT!  My species’ mortal enemy. And you won’t believe what they named him. Churbles. At least I can get a little pleasure from such a stupid name. Suddenly, I like my name a lot more.

Churbles is more annoying than you think. He’s constantly licking and purring and giving me that stupid “I’m-better-than-you” attitude. But that’s not the worst part. They actually like him, and play with him, and feed him seven meals a day! Breakfast, Brunch, Lunch, Snack, Supper, Dinner and Dessert! AND he gets milk! I bet it’s nice and cold from the fridge… while I’m stuck with sun-heated sludge water.

Well, I hope you feel my pain. Let’s do this again next Monday.

Wait a second. MONDAY?! Of course I pick the mostdepressing day of the week to update my blog. So let’s do it Tuesdays from now on. Tuesdays are fun, right?

Now, I got two cats when this was written and that's why I made Churbles. I would touch this up a bit but I feel that would be cheating.

Hoping to have you read my stuff later,

Peyton/Churbles.