Composting of Complaints

dearest diary....today i encountered many people who had commentary that they are not willing to log in as comments at the end of my entries. first, i had my human's smelly sister telling me that describing my humble abode and my cushy surroundings would be as boring as toilet paper swirling down the crapper...hmmm...if a dog made toilet paper swirl down the crapper, now that wouldn't be so boring. i mean, i can definitely get the toilet paper off the roll...i haven't done that for awhile. Note To Self: Unroll toilet paper tonight when I get hungry. ok, ok...then i have the human's other sister telling me that her daughter (aka my real owner) doesn't "let" me take food from her, that i steal it right out of the innocent hands of the three year old when she isn't looking. the nerve! i would never, i mean never, steal from an innocent creature such as my owner unless what she was holding tickled my nose into convulsions...and well face it, everything she eats is chocolate to my tongue...and since i can't eat real chocolate, i have to take what i can get! so, i guess the second human sister may have a valid point...but i won't bow my humble head and admit to it. and then...yes, more complaints, opinions, etc...it appears that some people feel that i am not following the laws of a true blog...that it is not journal-like enough...hence the implementation of "dear diary." since KT is one of my favorites to visit, i will abide by her wishes and try to make the experience for her more journalesque...but only because i am permitted to get close and friendly with her Penny...the beautiful blonde italian greyhound.

Forevermore till the next writing spell entrances me - frankie dog