My Personal Chew Toy
Hello to all of my loyal FieldHaven fans and supporters. This none other than the Princess of FieldHaven, Hottie.
I still say that I should be promoted to Queen of FieldHaven, but as Uncle Jared has said many times, I am never going to be Queen of FieldHaven because of my temper. I am now taking this debate to my loyal fans and supporters, so if any of you want to side with me, then please drop us a line!
As of right now, I am being boarded at Banfield again, because my staff mom Jann is out of town again. Before leaving, I found out from my staff mom and a few volunteers that Uncle Jared was nominated Volunteer of the Year for FieldHaven for 2013. I am very proud of him for this honor, but I do feel that he should share the credit with me. I mean, if it weren’t for me and my antics, then there is no way (in my humble opinion) he would have been nominated.
I also was informed that Uncle Jared came up with a new nickname for me at the volunteer party. My new nickname is “Resident Evil,” which I very much resent! I will admit that I have a slight temper and can be a little difficult to get along with at times, but Resident Evil?
I heard that my old sparring partner Zuma (that wimp) came down to congratulate Jared on being nominated volunteer of the year. I also heard that he and Jared were having at least a few laughs at my expense. Zuma actually had the guts to say “that nickname fit [me] like a glove.” Of course, he said this on a day when I was not there. Uncle Jared then asked Zuma that since he felt this way, would he mind siding with him the following Monday when I found out about the new nickname. Well, Zuma (the big sissy) then remembers that he might have a lot of exploring on that day, so basically Uncle Jared was on his own. I understand how Zuma feels – I kicked his sorry butt so many times he is now kind of like my personal chew toy.
I guess that is all for now, but I will write again soon.
Purrs,
Hot Rod
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