Oh woe is me. I got drunk as a skunk last night and I don’t even get to wake up to a cat at my feet.
I was surprised too, Ralph. I can safely say that I haven’t been that drunk in… years. Years. It’s also the only time some poor fool has picked up our $160 tab. Aaaahaha.
This weekend was an excellent idea, but it is definitely lacking some animals. (Although we did see a FRIGGING BEAR last night.) Good thing I had a photo shoot with our zoo before leaving.
Speaking of Waldo, he’s our dog now. Stew’s dog, I guess. Our dog, yes.
I hesitate to call him mine because two things that are mine don’t quite approve…
So I have to choose my words wisely. Because Ralph and Weaz read this. Obviously. And how could I betray this little face?
We’re off to do nothiiiiiing. I’m not even hungover! Best.night.ever.










I knew Waldo would end up with you all. Good for Waldo and all involved.
Amazing! Bigcat always gives me disapproving looks after nights out at the bar. Good thing you avoided Ralph and Weaz’s glares this week.
Also yayyy Waldo!
HOORAYYYY for waldo! ralph and weaz will come around. poor waldo doesn’t look like he could stand up to the two of them.
Hooray for keeping Waldo. I had my fingers crossed for him!
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