Hey pups. Today wuz ok, I guess. It started with a
Forced Bataan Death March Zombie Patrol™ where at least I gotta bark some zombies. Ya knows what kinda zombies I really don't understand? Runnin zombies. Dey just run and run and dey ain't even chasin a skwerril. I don't know what are wrong wif em. Maybe dey ate dere own brains or somefin. Anyways, I always bark dem real good. Sometimes I even likes to sit to bark em, but momma always drags me along. And makes all kindsa rude comments bout me gettin a cattle prod for my birthday, which are comin up real soon. I been tellin her I need a princess stroller, but I don't think she are gonna go for dat one, she says I need to keep walkin so I my arthur-eye-tis don't get even worser. Oh well.