The daily ponderings of a smallish dog with a big bark and a propensity for belly rubs!
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Lack of communication
You would think that since I AM a member of this family, that Mom and Dad would talk to me before bringing new and potentially dangerous things home. But no. They just do it and I have to deal with the consequences. Yesterday Mom let me out into MY backyard to play and there was something new and scary in it. It was big and brown and I did not like it! It smelled like plastic. Mom said it was a composter and that I would probably like it once it started to have smelly stuff inside it. I checked it out from all sides and barked at it. Plus they put it right in the spot where I do my turns for my laps. Very inconsiderate!
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