Kissmas was really great even though Mom went to werk. That werk stuff is dumb.
She had treats for us, though, and Santa Paws left gifts.
I don't know understand what my gift is. At first I thought it was a big, chocolate doughnut, but it doesn't have a hole in the middle. Don't tell Mom I tasted it a little bit and it is definitely not a doughnut. Here's what it looks like:
It's the bed that Mom and Penlapee sleep in. I been invited to join them, but Mom snores so I prefer to sleep on the red rug in the bedroom and I am not too old to sleep there.
Maybe someday I will figure out what the not-a-doughnut is.
I'll tell you when I know.
Next week, Penlapee will show you her presents.
Okay I love you bye-bye.
|I am way too dognified to sleep on a thing|
that looks like a doughnut.
You might really like it if you gave it a go. :)ReplyDelete
I stepped on it and it scared me because it's not like stepping on the floor.Delete
Shelby, the dog, has a similar non-bed. It is only used for a death roll experience after eating. The brown rug is for sleeping.ReplyDelete
What's a death roll experience?Delete
Funny thing is, if that was a fancy new pillow for the bed, my dogs would be all over it. Call it a dog pillow and none of them want to sleep on it.ReplyDelete
It's too big to go on Mom and Penlapee's bed. Anyway, it doesn't belong there.Delete
Hi Franklin - it sure looks like you've got one fancy comfortable bed to sleep on ... give it a try ... happy weekends to one and all ... that 'werk' thing is something we have to endure! Cheers HilaryReplyDelete
Werk, werk, werk. Mom says she has to werk so she can afford to take good care of us. She'd take better care of us if she stayed at home.Delete
Hi Franklin. You sleep anywhere you like. And tell your Mom that you don't feel old at all.ReplyDelete
I told her I don't feel old. I'm a very young 10, or I might be 11 or even 12.Delete
Adorable! You should write a series of Franklin and Penelope children's books. Seriously.ReplyDelete
I dunno if I want Mom getting involved in writing books about us when she already has werk.Delete
I thought only CATS refused to use wonderful new beds and pillows!ReplyDelete
But it's not a bed or a pillow. I don't know what it is!Delete
My cat sleeps with Laura. When she goes to school, he switches to me, or my chair. I prefer the latter.ReplyDelete
I stay in Mom's bedroom all night. During the day if she's not at stupid werk, I stay close to her in her office.Delete
Ah, Franklin, I'm sure you would love the big, soft doughnut if you gave it a try. ☺ReplyDelete
Soft? Mom said it's soft, too. But it is a kind of doughnut? This is gettin' curiouser and curiouser.Delete
The not a doughnut looks comfy to sleep on, maybe you should give it a tryReplyDelete
I'm still too scared, but I preciate your encouragement.Delete
Have you been talking with my cats? They refuse to try new things just to show who's the boss. Don't let them fool you!ReplyDelete
I swear I never once communicated with your cats, Mrs. Martha. I don't talk cat talk.Delete
I dunno, Franklin the Bordenese, that not-a-doughnut looks pretty comfy . . . tell you what, get Mom to sleep on it for a few nights and if she likes it then you could try it too.ReplyDelete
I'm glad you don't charge a fee for us to love you, because it would get expensive real fast :) That's a compliment, Franklin!
Thank you, Mrs. Jenny. You're real sweet, like the not a doughnut should be.Delete
You are utterly lovable, Franklin! And a lovable Bordernese like you should be able to sleep wherever you choose. Mom was being thoughtful and concerned about you when she got the not-a-doughnut because she loves you so much. So, sneak in a try sometime. Then, if the red rug feels uncomfortable some night, you've got a backup. Happy New Year, my cute friend!ReplyDelete
I'll keep that in mind, Mrs. Blue.Delete
Dear Franklin, like they used to say in the Alka Seltzer commercials, "Try it. You'll like it!!"ReplyDelete
I stepped on it and I did not like it.Delete
Of all the many pets we've had over the years, not ONE of them ever chose to sleep in their oh-so-nice purchased beds. Why should they when we have a nice king-sized bed? I'm just grateful they allowed us to share it with them... :)ReplyDelete
We should sleep where we wanna sleep.Delete
I might be persuaded to sleep on a real donut, depending on the flavor. Nice gift, Franklin!ReplyDelete
If it had turned out to be a real doughnut, I could have nibbled on it before I fell asleep.Delete
Franklin, you've never looked better. You new bed must be doing you good.ReplyDelete
I don't want that bed. Santa Paws should have talked to me before delivering that dumb not-a-doughnut bed.Delete
Dear Franklin, please try sleeping on the donut. (Franklin is so adorable!)ReplyDelete
Orson (the Silver Fox's cat) Sez: I'm gonna give yer Mom here the benefit of tha doubt and say she's mistaken (not lyin'). It is a donut! You can travel five miles or less from the Silver Fox's (and my) apartment and find seven different Dunkin' Donuts locations. What Mom got ya is a Dunkin' Donuts "Boston Kreme" donut. (I guess they call it that cuz they can't spell "cream." Maybe Trump told 'em how ta spell it.) I'ts cream-filled, so of course there ain't no hole in tha middle!ReplyDelete
Hi again, Janie. Can you send me an email at jnoragon@gmail. I've lost your's, worse luck. Or just can't find it.ReplyDelete