But he's been giving me a lot of grief lately, because I accidentally chewed up his cell phone. At least that's what he thinks. Here's how it went down.
Alan and the blond girl were getting ready to move to a new house way out in the country. (I helped convince them that this was a good idea so that I could run around a lot more than I could in the Mold Palace.) And I knew that his cell phone wasn't going to work out there in the country. He needed a new carrier. So I took matters into my own hands, and pretended to mistake his crappy, two year old Nokia for my Kong.
Boy, you should have seen the look on his face! He was not happy! That vein that pops out of his head whenever the little dog poops on the floor looked like it was going to explode. That's the last thing I need: the only source of food I have going down with an aneurysm on me.
Unfortunately, he found me before I had the chance to finish it off. Alan was able to slap a couple of pieces of duct tape on it and the crazy thing still worked. Only he couldn't see who was calling him. Because I ate the screen. And, because humans rely so much on their cell phones to keep track of numbers, Alan couldn't remember anyone's phone number. So he had to rely on voice dial. Ah, man, you should have seen him, sitting on the couch, screaming into the phone "Dial Kara! No! Dial Kara! Dial! Car-Uh! Kara! Kara!" What a dork.
In the end, my plan worked. Alan and the blond girl both got new phones. Now they're on the same network. Plus they had to sign a two year commitment. I think that means she's going to be around for awhile. Which is ok by me. She gives a really good belly rub.
Ok, more to come. I'll be reviewing some websites and products in future articles. So don't miss it.
