DOOM!

Apparently we were replaced by a dog today. I can't really blame my folks. My brother and I are pretty awesome. As awesome as tacos some would say. This nugget of info was like a journalists' best dream come true. I was pondering this morning what on earth I would write about. The fact that people in Alaska apparently have no concept of the idea of a light going out and use it at as a tool of destruction? Well that took all of one sentence. Or how one half of the street went out due to all the wind. Or my guilt trip about being a sloth at home vs. staying to help a room of preschoolers build dioramas. No no. This dog replacement thing was gold. I could go on about the ways that my brother and I are saint like children who then abandon their parents. So, in such despair they turn to a ball of fluff to satisfy their longing for companionship. Both of their birdies have flown the coop. Now the question becomes who will they find cuter? This little fluff muffin or the pin straight hair, why won't these zits go away 20 something or the Jesus haired rock and roller cooler than pie dude. . Will they remember our birthdays? Will the calls to say hi continue to exist? Why was my completely amazing, I'm not biased, smartest cat ever, not good enough? Oh the questions could go on forever and ever. A total crisis identity could ensue. Apparently this is what I get for moving to the boonies up North.  So, yes, the void of pure and total coolness has been replaced by squealing, clean my poo, drink out of the toilet fluff. Yup. There you have it. 

****This is not the actual dog..merely a representation...however if it looks anything like it...we're DOOMED.****