oh, please, somebody, stop my Mom now. i was just sittin' there tonight, and she looked over and said "oh, you have a perfect plea-ay". i don't know what a plea-ay is, but apparently it has somethin' to do with ballet, which i know zippo 'bout. so then she said "you're mr. ballerinaman!" this is gettin' embarrasin'. will someone please tell me what to do to stop all these stupid nicknames????
for those of you who have expressed concern about my limpy leg, it seems to be fine now. my Mom is a little perturbed at havin' to spend so much when nothin' was wrong, but i didn't ask to to to the vet dr., she took me there without any discussion.
Christmas is coming fast. let's all just focus on our love for everyone in the blogosphere. we can't afford presents for everyone we'd like to get presents for, so hopefully our good wishes will get to where we want them to go.