Last night, Mommy Cate dragged me into the drowning spot. I dug in all four feets in the carpet to keep her from taking me into that room, but she's a LOT bigger than me.
Mommy Claire watched her shut the door, heard her pick me up and CROSS-TIE me.
She heard my cries and screams and howls as Mommy Cate tried to drown me. Mommy cate even had a special dog killing bottle - it's called the furminator. Ziva sat outside the door and tried to figure out how to save me. I think she scared Mommy Cate off, because somehow I survived.
Well, I have a message for you today. I'm not your cute little victim any more. I'm applying to HULA. And I has a message for you. These pictures from this morning show what I think of your attempts at drowning me last night. (Thanks, Ziva, for taking the pics for me)
Love (not so much)