Mom Versus Dad

As many of you might know, my Mom frequently abandons her duties as Mom and runs away from me and Chester and Dad. She is always busy with some obnoxious activity or another. Like taking comedy classes even though she is not funny or going to the coffee shop to pretend to write. And she goes on tons of weekend trips to "visit friends" which we all know is BS because Mom has no friends. (And one time she left us to die in the rubble of an earthquake but we don't have to get into that.) But this weekend something very surprising happened. Dad left. He went to New York City for something called a Bachelor Party. Mom says the good thing is "It's not like your Dad takes you for hikes" and "Now maybe the bed will be made." And Dad wouldn't tell me much about what he was doing except "We're taking bets on who will end up at Riker's Island." I don't really know what this means but I hope it's not Dad that ends up there because an island is surrounded by water and I HATE water (including but not limited to rain, the ocean, and Chester's piss stream). Anyway, despite getting lots of hikes because Mom is here, I am really starting to resent that controlling shrew and miss my Dad. So I'm going to post some nostalgic pics of me hanging with Dad. Maybe Mom should take a lesson and realize that making the bed in the morning is a lot less important than having an awesome Dad.