I'm FINALLY getting a chance at the puter, and I'm here to vent a little to my friends about the state of confusion I've found my hairy brother Stanley & my hooman girl in since returning from my vacation. Let me tell you up front, I fully intend to whoop the confusion right out of them. Yep. That's what I'm doing.
They say they're sorry now that they sent me to Casa de Hercules for my vacation! They say that I'm spoiled and am acting like an entitled and pampered princess!! (Actually, Herc & his family called me Queen Stella.)
Does this look like the nose of a pampered little puppy girl to you?
Take a closer look. I sustained this scar in a little fight I had at the park protecting my honorary brother, Hercules, and his hooman sissy from a squirrel attack. (I may have gotten these battle scars from wrasslin' with Hercules too, I'm not exactly sure). The point is, I was ready to protect Herc & his sissy at the park, whether or not the scars came from that.
Stanley's been taunting me since I got home with all of these stories about HIS friends he got to visit and all of the Airedmiration HE got on the road. Well, I told him that it was time to clear the Aire before I had to open up my own can of whoopass on him.
As you can imagine, that made our reunion more than a little cold.
Our girl kept trying to get us to smooch and make up. When I refused, she tried to get us to play a little tug to break the tension.
You talking to us??
Sometimes all you can do is humor the hooman girl.
I saw this as a detestable labor of love for her. I wasn't going to enjoy it, though.
Come on, Goober Boy! At least try to make it look convincing.
Maybe if you moved a little bit...
Are you going to work with me or not?
That's more like it, you big, hairy goober!
Now grunt a little like you're trying.
Oh, well, please TRY to look a little more bored, would you?
C'mon! Tug like you mean it!
My girl seems to finally be coming around to my way of thinking. If it wasn't for her I'd be moving back in with Hercules' family for awhile. They know how to treat a sassy princess like me right! Any suggestions?
Aw, Stink! Let's just call it a day. The girl does not seem convinced.
Don't get me wrong. I still love my stinky brother, Stanley, but I'm pretty tired of his taunts. He told me to close my eyes and he'd give me the present he got for me on his roadtrip. Not that funny, is it?
I may just have to wipe that smile of his grimey mug!
My girl seems to finally be coming around to my way of thinking. If it wasn't for her I'd be moving back in with Hercules' family for awhile. They know how to treat a sassy princess like me right! Any suggestions?
Goobery but frustrated love,
Stella Bean Latifah
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