This morning the Duchess woke up fat. Seriously, that is what she said. If you ask me this has been coming on for quite some time. Actually, it arrived awhile back. So this morning, when the Duchess was all up in arms (and chins) about her clothes not fitting, I tried to do something to help. I suggested to her that maybe this didn’t happen overnight, so she should not be so upset. Oops! Do you know what the evil eye is? The big, bad stink eye? Yep. That’s what I got. She told me to mind my own business and sent me outside. Can you imagine the nerve of that woman???? I was just trying to help. Well, ok. …. Maybe I was being a TINY bit sarcastic. Hehehe……
The downside of the Duchess being fat (besides her horrible disposition) is that there are no cookies to be found. No ice cream for the Duke. No fun stuff at all. Guess what that does to the Duke’s disposition???? Right! Evil eyes are firing laser beams all over the castle. I’m telling you, that is not a good atmosphere to raise a puppy in. I might have to run away from home and take Mister Higgins with me. Just kidding! If I left I would miss all the fireworks and laser beams :)
Oh yeah, and then there is this monster in our living room now. It is really messing up our play area.
I hope all this "fat" goes away soon! A Queen must live in peace!