Raining = No Park

The above equation is lethal. Its worse than algebra. What should I do this evening?

After my dinner, MaMa will want to throw the red spiky ball & expect me to fetch it back... One word, BORING... Ya know, fetching is really not my kinda thing. I like to take it & chew it into pieces, of cos ingesting it after that. Now, that is what I call fun. I must admit though that each time I do it, not only MaMa will get angry, I end up with constipation. Its quite difficult to "drop it off" if you know what I mean...



PaPa will always ask MaMa :"What is this red thing on the papers?" (the papers is my toilet) MaMa's standard reply :"The red ball la, what else?! That stupid dog!" For some reason, PaPa will break into chuckles saying :"So cute." Now, is he saying the red s*** is cute, or my chewing the ball is cute, or I'm just simply cute? I think it must be the last.

K, I think MaMa will be home soon. Let me go get ready to greet her...