Chicago

My owners went to Chicago and some place the Big Guy kept calling "The Bend" this past weekend. Did they take the Pants with them? No! They left me with Laura (which was actually a lot of fun and I will discuss later) in Austin! What is wrong with this picture? (hint: It's Jessica) So while they were partying and having all the good times, I had to deal with Mozart, who is a super hyper poodle thing that likes to lick me. Totally gross!

So the last two nights since my owners have been back I've been hiding under the bed. They keep asking me "Hey Pants, what's the matter?" Ummm...you left me for four days you bastards! I mean seriously! although I did let them rub my belly. A little bit.