sunday night

momma says newman is a pain in the rear end (but she uses another word instead of "rear end"; i'd say the word, but i'm not allowed to swear and i wouldn't swear even if someone paid me $100 dollars). BUT, newman is kind of a pain in a LOT of areas. when i'm trying to sleep, he rubs his lower parts in my face and i don't like it much. he can see i'm trying to sleep; i don't know why he can't figure this out. and he cries like like a weiner. its eerie and strange like he's lost or something, but he's only in the hallway, so we can't figure out what his deal is.

so the other night, newman comes in the house through the dog door to the garage and he's crying as usual, but its kind of not his usual whine. it sounds like "meeb-loueue-wowwww" like he has marbles in his mouth or something. but it turns out its not marbles. its a dead baby mouse. so lindy rolled over from her nap and said "newman! don't talk with your mouth full!!" then momma heard him making that ridiculous noise and she came storming out of the bedroom and told him to "GET OUT OF THE HOUSE, RIGHT NOWWWWW!" and he did. and promptly dropped the dead mouse in the hall and ran.

the end.