It's too dark to read inside a dog, but you can try:
I didn't do it! so tell her and let me get my rest.
I've been a busy pooch with the moving and all. Personally, I'm just thankful that the girl hasn't tried to strap any furniture to my back while yelling, "Mush." Since this is the case, I just run around the yard spastically trying to get her to trip as I jump on her legs while she's carrying heavy objects. As of yet, she seems to have no appreciation for this game. *I* (and that's who matters here, yes?) have no appreciation for the fact that in this new pad we're moving to that I haven't heard any noise of, "Flannery's room". There's the girl's room, one for the guest, but nothing for me. Perhaps she's keeping it as a surprise! Waiting to bring in that dogbone slide at the very last moment and wrap a red bow around it. That would be awfully nice of her and might make up for her abandoning me to live in a trailer park with her brother's girlfriend. I'm going to need DOGYEARS of therapy to get over that one. Flailed by Flan Comment7:21 AM