My life as Pinky and the Brain

This is Maddie. 

She’s eights pounds. 

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This is me. 

I’m…. well, I’m of the belief that I’d rather sink with the Titanic than reveal my weight, but it’s an accurate statement to say I’m more than eight pounds. 

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Every night I start off like this: warm and safe in my luxurious Sherpa blanket. 

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Then because I live with a small evil mastermind, this is how the night ends. 

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I've realized I’m living a live action version of "Pinky and the Brain," but the eight-pound Maltipoo is Brain. 

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There was only one thing left to do. Revenge plot.   Maddie holds one thing more precious than anything/one in this world.  Me, you think?  Awah, that’s sweet, but the bitch won't even let me have my blanket. 

Nope. Squirrel. 

So I’ll get squirrel. Maybe have a little television snuggle with her trusty stuff-less companion and let Maddie feel the pain of her constant betrayal. 

I should be able to trick a dog, right?

BUSTED!!!! The crazy eyed dictator caught me.  

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At least I have that new white blanket in my bedroom

I should just be happy that I’m still allowed in my bed.  

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Oh no….