You brought me a WHAT???

So, my dear humoons went to da Bark in da Park event in St Louis. "Oh, Boo-we'll bring you back something special!" dey said.

Was it my verry own woofer? Or a wallaby? Or Thumbelina, the world's smallest horse, whom I'z cud have ridden all over da living room, to da envious glares of myne evil sisfurs, who do not deserve their very own cat sized steed?

No. I got a foofy collar. With jingle bells. Gee...thanks a lot.

On a good note, da humoons did give BARK all of the donated beanies and toys, as per myne instructions.

So my embarrassment and hoomiliation iz a small price to pay to help out homeless animals. Even woofers.

My foster mom was very busy, but remembered me fondly, as iz only right, since I'z probably da most handsome stud dat ever passed through her doors. Plus I kept them woofers in line-I made them cry. Like Nancy Kerrigan.

She said dat da stuff weez collected will really hep raise monies for da rescue. And there will be toys left over for the rescue cats to have too-I'z made sure of dat!

So, even though a look like I was attacked by Queer eye for da Boo Guy, Christmas edition...it wuz a pretty good day.