I'm tired of Charlotte writing for me. She thinks she knows what I think. But how could she know? She's a HUMAN BEING. Not a DOG. How could a human know what a dog thinks?
For instance, she can't possibly know that Rita sneaks around here when she's at school and makes fun of her. Yeah, Rita tells me that Charlotte doesn't even know how bad she got ripped off by that Grenadian car salesman. Charlotte must be pretty stupid to believe what a used car salesman told her.
Also, Rita pulls the ripped screen over when Charlotte's not here and lets mosquitos in the house! And she sits oustide at night and thinks it's funny when Charlotte keeps moving the fan around to try and keep the bugs from biting her when she's asleep.
If you want to read Charlotte's blog you can e-mail her and ask for the her new blog address. I made her give me "charsugar" because she just gave me a bath. I hate baths. Usually she gives me something better than a blog address, like a dog treat, but I guess she's cheapin' out on me this time. Woof woof.
