January 23, 2011

So the other day, I was napping on the living room couch. My sister walked by me and was all like, "God, Coco, all you do is sleep all day. Get a hobby." And then she laughed, as if my getting a hobby was ridiculous. Like it was funny that I might find a way to occupy my time (other than sleeping, gnawing on flossies and barking at squirrels, that is). So just to spite her, I decided that I needed to find a new, human-sanctioned pastime.


 I considered tennis, since it's an outdoor sport and it involves running after a ball that's just my size. But the visor didn't really fit.

 Then, I thought about learning how to drive, mostly because I love going for a car ride. There's nothing like a cool breeze in your fur. But the car was too small for me.









I asked my mom if I could retry painting, but she said no. Last time I painted, more of it got on my face than on the canvas.


So I was back at square one. Bored and uninspired, I went back to the living room, where I found my sister. I curled up on the couch next to her, dozing off while she wrote in her diary.

And that's when it came to me. I could write a diary--one for the world to see. I could be the world's first (or, at least, the cutest) Maltese blogger. So here it is, my first blog post.

Luv,

Coco