NOTE: This blog has been hacked by Punkin
Do I have the words “stupid dog” stamped on my forehead?…wait a minute, do I even have a forehead???
Psssssssst, its me Punkin, and the rest of the Aston canine clan — BoBo, Itty Bitty and Pookie. Hey, this is my third time in as many weeks to hack into my Doggie Mom Ava’s Mac Book Pro and hijack her blog. Her original password was my name “Punkin.” That was only natural because I am her favorite and #1 dog. So, the next day after she read my blog she cleverly changed the password to “Pookie”, you can read all about that episode right here.
Well I’m no Mark Zuckerberg but it did not take a genius to figure out she was most likely gonna change the password again to another one of my canine siblings. So with my little paws I typed in the letters I-T-T-Y-B-I-T-T-Y and then I saw this logo thing appear on the screen
I don’t know why Ava has a giant half-eaten apple on her screen but for me, it’s Mission Accomplished
I hacked in again. So, I’m back and I just had to write you all out there in blogsphere because, well we’re in dire straits here. Guess what Ava did today? I will give you a clue, look at this picture
Do any of us look happy? No. We are not happy campers anymore. Look closely, I think she is trying to get her own designing show on HGTV or Bravo by putting these cheesy little gourds, Indian corn, pumpkins and squash things next to us. Is she taking our picture or getting ready to serve us for dinner??
Yah, were pissed alright. I knew something was up when she said we all were going to Petco. We haven’t done that in a couple of months since Pookie had that unfortunate incident with A Lhasa Apso. Anyway, Ava took us to Petco and bought us these costumes for Howloween. Now, I use to love to go to there like any other dog. At the store we all got free treats, we could get our picture taken, we could play with the toys and sniff the butts of other hot looking doggies who were there. But now, well, I hate Petco. They are evil. Most likely a Liberal style of company who profits off of the humiliation of canines by selling Howloween costumes for dogs. Hmmm, wonder if they ever heard the phrase, don’t bite the hand that feeds you. Our Doggie Mommie always uses that one on us when she wants to make us feel guilty for not doing what she wants.
Next time I go to Petco I think I’m going to “have an accident” right at the front door. Although it won’t be an accident, if you know what I’m sayin’. Maybe it will make some people stop and not go in. Anything to do my part for the species.
Ava just didn’t stop with buying us these costumes. She also sent our buddy, Sunny, who is Mr. Bricks’ dog, a costume. Sunny just tweeted me this twitpic of him that Mr. Bricks took. Embarassing.
Since I now have your undivided attention, I have further business I need to discuss with you. This is important, so listen up. I want to let you know that if you are a little kid and you are reading this, and you plan to come to my house to go trick-or-treating you are screwed. Mom’s already starting to dip into the trick-or-treat stash of candy.
Look what I saw in her hands today after she came back from a run.
And then there is this photo piece of evidence
At this rate, by Sunday she will be fresh out of candy. Look for her to start handing out raisins or pennies then.
We all have had enough of the humiliation. We know if we stick around here, she will end up dressing us like Pilgrims for Thanksgiving. So Sunny is going to run away from Mr. Bricks house and we all are running away from here. We’re going to meet up in Vegas. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.