I hope to paw this out before mummsy and daddy-o wake up. In this house computers are off limits to the dogs. That’s what they call my brother and I. Dogs. Sounds like a bad word or something. Don’t you think?
Anyway, I’ve got a bone to pick with my parents. Why do they insist in humiliating me (sniff..sniff)….They make me use grass, dirt, or pavement for my toity. And this morning its unbearably cold in this house. So I know its going to be freezing when they take me out this morning. How could they? What a terrible thing to do to someone they say they love. I don’t understand.
I don’t see them using grass, dirt, or pavement for their toity. Wouldn’t even dream of making daddy-o use those things. Couldn’t see him squatting over grass to do his poops. Mummsy on the other hand, might…only if she had to. She’s the practical one between the two.
But really, why can’t I use the bathroom upstairs to do my poops? They do. Must be nice to sit on that nice white bowl-thing. I get as close as I can. It’s not my fault I’m handi-capped and can’t reach it to wiggle my hiney over it.
So what do you guys think?
Very Truly Yours,