Last night I played hard. I mean really, REALLY hard. After dinner, I ran through the Hotel Thompson like it was on fire! Up and down the halls, through my room, the frontroom and even the kitchen. I was running so hard that I was leaving skid marks and running into walls. It happens at times. I had to flex my piggy muscles and run like the wind.
Afterwards, I pulled my king size Egyptian blankie to the front room, in front of the couch where mom was and stretched out on it. I had to be near mom because you know that way she could pet me and scratch my back. It makes me feel good to know that she is close.
Mom was laughing at me running through the front room like a cannon ball. When I tell you it tired me out – I’m not lying! I think I stayed there on my special sheet for over an hour. Of course, it didn’t hurt that mom was loving on me 🙂
Can you tell that I was tired from this last picture? The look in my eyes should tell you everything – I was bushed! I didn’t even stay up long enough to hear my bedtime story from mom. That’s tired!