I like motel rooms.  They make me dance.

I Get Her Back.

Once again She Who Thinks She's in Charge has made me camp again.  She got smart this time and decided to "camp" in the van.  It is a little warmer, but there isn't enough room for me to spread.  I got her back though by tossing up the grass I ate earlier, at 4:30am no less!  Now who's in charge?

I Hate Thunder.  I Hate Camping.

My slaver decided she'd save a few bucks and tent camp for a few days.  I've never been so cold.  Then last night, I plastered myself next to her and took over her inflatable bed because it started to rain, got noisy and then thunder started.  I got so scared, I started to shake a lot, and not from being cold either.  My slaver has decided to do the decent thing and put us up in a motel room for a few nights.  I'll get her back though.  I'm taking over her king bed tonight.  

Mavis' Page

Hi, my slave name is Mavis.  I like smells.  My human being has been kind enough to let me document what I smell.  I can't see anything anymore and my hearing is going, but boy, do I love smells!  Oh, and a good treat, too.  I have to go back to sleep now.