July, July, July, it never seemed so strange. I got that from The Decemberists. I’m a hip dog. I listen to bands you’ve never heard of.

I’m starting to run out of stuff to blog about. Everyday is about the same. I sleep, eat, poop, repeat. Tomorrow is mommy’s day off. Maybe we’ll do something special and I’ll write about it. But probably not. She’ll probably go shopping without me and leave me home. Weep!!

xx,
Oakie