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.
This morning I was being the dedicated bookshop dog that I am taking a little nap as part of my strenuous schedule when all of a sudden I whipped into a frenzied angry flurry. The girl was quite puzzled at my feisty behavior and my frantic barking as usually I am quite the mild mannered charmer. But oh there was NO STOPPING MY ANGER!Wednesday, June 02, 2004
Dazed by bewilderement, she tried to calm me down only to no avail. Then, she looked up to see the guy who grooms me had walked into the shop to "buy a book".
Yeah, right! He was coming for me there - I KNOW IT! Come on, there's nothing wrong with a little summer shag, baby. Let a dog live another.
He bought a book and then left. I stretched a bit and curled up in a satisified ball knowing that my work for the day was done.
Flailed by Flan 7:58 PM
This Memorial weekend I had to ride 8 hours in the car with the girl, suffer through a blasted bath, and now ulcers are popping up like popcorn in my tummy as they're going to drop me off to be boarded for an ENTIRE week. Why didn't the girl come trained in Sweedish massage and with an endless supply of bacon?
Flailed by Flan 8:57 AM
