I woke up this morning to one of those days that the world is shit and everybody sucks. I'm  pretty sure Kermit and Camo did too. I said "good morning Kermit". He said "feed me or I will rip out your jugular vein". Camo just sat glowering in a corner. If I didn't know better, I would swear they were both hung over. It's okay. I've been there. I'll just give them some time to sort things out. That's what responsible pet owners do when their pets are hung over.

I went to the dentist yesterday. He told me I had better get used to soup and gummy bears. I know he was just trying to help, but it sounded like mob extortion to me.

Naughty word: shit