I feel an obligation to go on an adventure. Foley always had entertaining adventures. She led an invasion of the Princess’ castle. saved a lost kitty from some wild cats, rescued a skunk from a snowbank, met the President after catfully profiling a kitty, went to rehab after interrupting her friend’s speech during the Pet Video Awards.
I had assumed that the hijinks would be taken over by Pocket. She once floated away in a balloon but she said that’s because Foley built it. I don’t want to be building no balloons. But we do have an audience and I feel it is my responsibility to provide adventures for our many readers.
I do think in my six months of blogging that I have provided some entertainment with my leaping over gates, my howling, my dabbling in drug use, my wayward youth as a single Mom, my visiting my baby Daddy, but none of the grand adventures Foley Monster had.
So I knew what I had to do. I made a dream request to meet with the Judge herself. Soon after falling asleep I was floating amongst the clouds looking down at everything, and then I saw her, sitting behind her bench, and she motioned for me to take a seat at the witness stand.
She told me that I had to keep abreast of current events. “Look at this Justin Beiber kid” she said. “If I was on your side of the River of Life I would have written a blog about how I challenged that punk kid to a drag race and drove away when he got pulled over. And the Olympics are going on. Four years ago Pocket and I raced in the bobsled, you two could compete in an new Olympic event.”
My frown became frownier. “Do you expect our readers to believe that a Griffon who can’t see over the dashboard or reach the pedals could drag race Justin Beiber or that two toy breeds could compete in the Olympics?”
“They believe that you are having dream meeting with a Yorkie who passed away eight months ago and is now a Judge at Rainbow Bridge, they are starved for entertainment. They will believe anything.”
And then I woke up. And I knew my mission. I need to start sniffing out a grand adventure that would make Foley proud. Anybody got an address for this Beiber kid?