As you may or may not know, LeBron James and the Cavs did not win the NBA Championship. The past week has revolved around that — either anticipating Game 5 and Game 6, watching said games, or mourning the losses of said games. There’s always next year, right? (My human says: Not only did the Cavs lose, but LeBron didn’t get the Finals MVP, which he deserved. Ugh. I don’t want to talk about it.)
Because “we” were so wrapped up in the NBA Finals, not much else is going on. Walks, naps, and eating pretty much complete my day. I have eaten far less poop this week than usual, mainly because my human is beating me to it. I don’t get it. Why does she want to collect poop? And why am I the crazy one for wanting to dispose of it naturally?
I’ve lost a few more toys. I chew on them, like I’m supposed to — and they get taken away. I don’t get it. Correct me if I’m wrong, but they are called chew toys, am I right? Anywho, my toy collection is dwindling to dangerously low levels. Boo. Plus, I haven’t chewed on my antler for days, because my human hid it from me. (My human says: I’m afraid you’ll break a tooth! I’m protecting you!)
The cats and I are still going at it. They’re getting a little more aggressive, hanging out on the first floor with me. For some reason, they think that laying under the chair is a good idea. I don’t get it. I can fit under there, too, so what are they thinking?
I’m still waiting to go to the dog park. I mean, what’s a dog gotta do to make that happen? I don’t get it. Wasn’t that part of the whole “getting a dog” thing? Doing doggy things? Come on!