I don't ♥ NY
Craig's going to New Yorks! He didn't tell me! Why? Why's he going? He can't leave me here! I want to go to New Yorks too!
I want to play fetch with the New York Yankees! I want to spit off the top of the Empire State Building!
And he's going for two weeks! Well, fine, just you remember Craig Antony Robinson: I might forget you. You may come back and you'll be a stranger to me.
In other news, I'm poorly. (Yes, Craig! I'm ill! And you're leaving me!) That pukey stuff I did: well, it didn't get better. I'm off my food, I don't wanna drink much water. But that didn't mean I wanted to go see the vet this morning. How I hate that man. Always sticking something up my bum and giving me injections, I've got rights you know!
New York... bloody bastard.