I didn’t understand why my mum was so surprised when I told her I was digging to China. Someone on Twitter (follow me) told me that if I dig deep enough I’ll get to China, where they manufacture squeaky balls. It’s always been my dream to have endless squeaky balls.. I think I would die of over-joy. So anyway, I found some soft sand and figured it would be a good place to start. It seemed to be taking longer than I expected so I decided I would work at it progressively, since I pass that spot everyday on my
Mum said I was crazy, but that I could dig all I want. So I will. I’ll get there eventually, and when I do, I’m not sharing my squeaky balls with her or anyone who didn’t support me. If you look at the below picture, that’s how far I’ve gotten so far (you can see me at the end of the tunnel). I tried to go straight down but found out that wouldn’t work when I couldn’t reach the bottom anymore. So I have to go on a downwards angle. Keep that in mind if you ever decide to dig to China, too.
But after about an hour or so of straight digging I was starting to get a little tired. I asked Dad to take a shift for a while. He said he would, but that he didn’t want to be seen on his hands and knees digging in a hole. He shouldn’t care so much what people think of him, geez. I’m a celebrity and I still do what I want.
I don’t expect it should take me much longer than a month or two at most. If anyone would like to give me a
hand paw you are more than welcome to. I will give you a fare share of the squeaky balls we find. Normally, I would tell Oakley to get his butt over here to help me, but he’s too lazy. I can just picture me diggin’ away outside in the blistering heat, then going inside to find him passed out on the couch.
I will let you know when I get there, and I’ll bring back a squeaky ball for every one of my fans.