New Doggy?

Hi Granny!  We had a special Thanksgiving lunch at school today and my job was to bring the ham.  I don't know if you know this, but ham is really, really heavy.

Once we got there, I hung out with Kyle.  My Mom calls us "partners in crime."  Pfft.  Since when is not listening a crime?

I also spent some time with Jerry.  My Mom says that he has no pain receptors.  My Mom seems to have a lot of opinions about my male friends.  Just because a kid falls repeatedly at the playground and doesn't miss a beat does not mean he is missing pain receptors.  It means he's tough.

I took a break from mingling to take this lovely posed picture in front of this lovely mural.  Actually, Granny, this mural was made when I wasn't at school.  Therefore, I cannot support it.

A few days ago my teachers asked me what made me happy and what I was thankful for.  Here are my answers.

Psst.  I don't have a new doggy.  They should have figured it out when I described him as very large and purple.  Sometimes you just need to mess with people.

I love you, Granny!