Another plea for help...

Hi there. Lisa the dog (also known as the Woof, Woof-baby, Woofzilla, Woofer, Woof-shaka, and the ever popular Stinky-face) speaking. Awhile back I hijacked my mommy's blog. If you missed it, you can check it out by clicking here. Needless to say, no one came to help. Then I found out my daddy had a blog (it took me a little while to learn about it since he does stuff with it so infrequently), so I decided to take it over too. Look, things are still different here. I don't like different. Sure, my parents are trying to bribe me with turkey, but the fact is still that my (and it was mine) apartment is gone. Sure, I get my own room here, but my human parents decided they would wall me off downstairs while they slept upstairs. How am I supposed to show my love by pushing them out of bed in the middle of the night if I can't even get to the bed? AND they got a new comforter and they won't even let me eat it like the last few. Jerks.

In case you still need convincing that I need rescuing from this place, I'm going to put up some photos. I'll guide you through them and you can see for yourselves how awful my parents are.

Colorado 2009 and Random Photos

See what I mean? Doesn't that look great? So first they leave me for a whole week to go to that fabulous place, and then they change my world around completely. So, I'm asking one last time. Please come save me from these meanies. If you don't, I'm going to start mounting the resistance. No piece of turkey will be safe.