Hunger Strike

It's bad. Really bad. My mom left yesterday ~ with a really big suitcase. Rumor has it, she went to a place called Dallas. They have cows there.

I'm stuck wondering why she wants to be by cows and not her favorite mutt. Luckily, there are no Giants there, or there would be big trouble. Really big trouble.

So, I'm on a hunger strike until she gets home. That's right. I'm not going to eat until she gets home. I've put my foot down. Well actually, I've put all 4 of them down.

MOM - WHEN ARE YOU COMING HOME????