The weekends are the best days of the week. My Mom and Dad are usually home all weekend hanging out with me. This weekend stank worse than one of my farts after eating some cheese. Saturday was the worst. My day started out with my mom putting one of her shirts on me and laughing at me while I tried to get it off. There is documentation of the abuse see below.
This shirt stinks!
After my Mom was done laughing at my expense. She left with my Dad to get a carpet cleaner. They spent all day moving all my stuff around in the house, running this loud machine and taking my stank out of the house. I mean that just isn’t right. It took them all day but they finally finished late at night. It was quite a stressful experience and I felt I needed to unwind.
R & R = Recovery & Rehabilitation (from a stinky Saturday)
you poor thing, next time you must hide