Day 8 of my so-called staycation.  Mom’s being mean.  Angel and I were just playing with my big red fidget spinner looking thingie and then mom came over and took it.  Then she sat down with it under her chin and started licking her paws.  Arrgh!  Grandma would get mad at mom whenever she did that and tell her to leave it.  But now, Grandma’s not here, and Grandpa doesn’t give a sh$t.  Sometimes those Samoans can be indifferent.

Sis must’ve learned something from Mom, cuz when Grandpa found the yellow ball, we were all playing with it and then Sis decided to just lay there with the ball under her chin while she licked her paws.  I’m like, WTF?

Grandpa came out to play with us in the prison yard.  That’s weird.  Something’s up.  I found some grass around back.  I think the grass tastes better h… BIRDS!!  ORANGE MEN!  C’mon Grandpa, do something!   Meh.  He’s picking up our sh$t now.   Hey, what ever floats your boat, Dano.

At supper time, I noticed that Sis didn’t eat all her food.  Grandpa wasn’t around, so I kinda snuck over there and at some.  Grandpa caught me and got mad, but I think I got all of it.  Yeah, I’m thinking it tastes like chicken.  Mom came over too and licked Sis’s bowl.  I’m like… it’s the same stuff you eat every day, Mom!

Okay, time for bed. Another completely uneventful day, thanks to Guamanian Wonder Grandpa over there. At least he gives me a treat when I go to my cell, instead of some fava beans and a nice chianti. Miss you, human Moms. Hope you’re swimming with the fishes. I mean, I hope you’re having fun six feet under water. I mean… never mind. I just need to go to bed.