Hello. It is I, Penelope.
Nobody knows my sorrow.
Troubles, troubles, I have such troubles. I am the most troubled little doggy in the whole world. I am filled with sorrow.
I do not know what to do. Life is so hard. Gloom, nothing but gloom. I am filled with despair.
Mom Mom has a new friend. Her name is Ruh-bekkkkkuh.
Mom Mom and Ruhbekkkkkkkuh do their stupid work thing together.
Mom Mom says it's spelled Rebekah. I doubt it.
Sometimes this Rebekah person comes to our house. I do not think she comes to see me, even though Mom Mom says she is my Auntie Rebekah, which is ridiculous. I have Auntie More More. I do not need another auntie.
When Rebekah is in our house, she talks to Mom Mom, and Mom Mom talks to her, and then they cackle like witches.
There are witches in my house!
Even worse, sometimes Mom Mom goes to Rebekah's house. She leaves me at home with the village idiot and tells him to take care of me.
And now, Mom Mom says she is not cooking a turkey for us for Thanksgiving. She is going to Rebekah's house.
I do not like these developments one little bit.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO the agony the gloom the misery the despair.
That is all. Goodbye. I must go back to bed now. The world is so cold.
Poor Penelope! Don't be jealous! I'm sure Mom Mom still loves you best. Maybe she'll bring you a treat back from her Thanksgiving Feast with Rebekah.
ReplyDeleteI doubt it.
DeletePOOR POOR POOR PENELOPE! What horrors have been visited on you! Maybe MomMom will bring you a little Thanksgiving treat! xo Diana
ReplyDeleteYes, poor poor me. I love turkey and want one of my own.
DeleteAwww, poor Penelope! Maybe Mom Mom can take you along to Rebekah's house? If not, she may, hopefully, bring you some Turkey leftovers.
ReplyDeleteNo, I will not go to that Rebekah's house. Ick!
DeleteBut I’m sure Ruhbekkkkkkkuh will make some extras just for Penelope (OK, and the village idiot).
ReplyDeleteIf Mom Mom bothers to tell Rebekah who is not my auntie that the idiot and I want some turkey, Rebekah will laugh and Mom Mom will laugh and I'll get nothing. Absolutely nothing.
DeletePoor, poor Penelope. My heart goes out to you, being so cruelly treated.
ReplyDeleteThank you for understanding how I suffer.
DeleteSmile with your best toofies, stay out of the way and you may get some pie with whipped cream on top.
ReplyDeleteWhipped cream? I have never had whipped cream. It sounds good.
DeleteChange is hard.
ReplyDeleteYes, it is so very hard for a poor little doggie.
DeletePoor Penelope! Such suffering! But I'm sure you will get some turkey in a "doggie bag."
ReplyDeleteI would like my turkey on a pretty plate, please.
DeletePoor, sweet Penelope... tell mom mom Agatha and iwinston's mum cooks a Turkey Breast for them on the gud fud day.
ReplyDeleteI want to live with you.
DeleteYay for not having to fix Thanksgiving dinner.
ReplyDeleteMom Mom should not be taking the day off.
DeleteOh, poor baby... Such tough times. Maybe you can cozy up to Rebekah and get her to give you treats.
ReplyDeleteI am not ready to cozy up to a witch.
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