whew! stand on hind legs, throw my front legs up in the air, and wave those paws like i just don't care...i have been BEGGING my mom to log on for me! but, nevertheless, she has been busy with something called finals? she is happy when finals are over, but i say it sounds more like death. you know..."FI-NAL"?
anyway...not much has been going on...well except for the day when my mom jumped up and down, flailing her arms around the house...doing some sort of christmas dance after she peered through the window one day to find our new tree on the porch. well...that's what she said anyway. a tree. but to me, it looked like a long skinny cardboard box that i decided to welcome into our house by lifting my leg on it..yunno...the usual AL-BERT greeting. "Welcome to my abode cardboard box...I mean...'tree'. "
So I sat on the staircase watching my mom unpack, one at a time, these prickly pieces from the cardboard box, placing one on top of eachother until all that building resembled a giant...well...tree! The whole time, she plucked and bent the branches, singing along to stuff she must have been hearing through that square device she calls an EYE-PHONE (I don't know why, cause far as i know, it doesn't have eyes).
my mom did a pretty good job putting all that shiny stuff up on there, and right when she plugged it in...it lit up real bright. i sniffed while admiring the new addition from down at mom's feet and was about to christen it with my special little "Albert" touch, until mom spanked my behind, waved her finger at me, looked me straight in the eye and said..."don't you even think about peeing on my tree!"
well...i guess that was that.