My mom had friends over last night, and I was like, “WHATEVER.” Honestly I was only interested in trying to steal some cheese. But then someone they kept calling Auntie Sandra came over and gave me a big bag of bones and I’m all like, “hey, parties aren’t such a bad idea after all.” And I’ve been quiet and good ever since. Unless I’m pooping in a corner somewhere. Which lets face it, I always am.