My ole lady cracks me up, she really does. For the past three days we’ve been doing what she calls um-billy-kill - well something like that anyway. She’s had my leash tethered to her belt which means everywhere she goes, I go too. I so didn’t want to do laundry today, but loading the dishwasher was super yummy.
Then of course that miserable guy Dyson came on the scene. I’d been having such a great time nosing through crumbs and fluffy corners - he had to go and spoil the day.
Ho hum. Bentley’s become a great chum though and he’s taught me to bark. Bark. Bark. There, did ya hear me?