I have been very grumpy lately. And I have been sulking. And I have been plotting.
Mr Petr Sykora, who I am named after, has let new giant ugly smelly clumsy dumb dog into house. Mr. Petr Sykora is happy. Mr. I'm-A-Big-Dumb-Home-Wrecking-Drooling-Do
But is the chinchilla happy?
Of course the chinchilla is not happy!
But does anyone care about me, PJ?
Of course not!
No one asks what the chinchilla thinks about another big dumb dog to come in and drool in his hay and stare at him and bark at him while he takes a dust bath and chase him around the house. No one asks what the chinchilla thinks about another big dumb dog who will chew on parts of his secret project and growl at nothing when he is thinking about beautiful chinchilla in Brno. No one asks whether the chinchilla minds having two big dumb dogs who sit in front of television during hockey games and never let me see when Mr. Petr Sykora scores. NO ONE CARES WHAT I THINK! ME, PJ! NO ONE CARES ABOUT PJ'S FEELINGS!
I have had it. I am fed up. I am unappreciated.
So I, PJ, am going to run away. I have little chinchilla-sized backpack that is full of pellets and raisins. And I have daddy's Mastercard. Just for emergencies. And I have duck shirt to keep me warm and I am good at running and I am good at hiding. They will not find me. I am clever. Me, PJ! And I have been away from home before and I know what to do.
So now I will say goodbye to all of you for a while. I will post more again later, maybe from internet cafe or if I find a friend who is kind to chinchillas.
I just want to see my beautiful Jacquelina. That is all I want. And to not be surrounded by big dumb drooling stupid dogs.