The daily ponderings of a smallish dog with a big bark and a propensity for belly rubs!
Monday, June 13, 2011
My new job
Saturday morning Mom scooped me up before I could run around the bed and wake up Dad. Dad woke up later and was in a bad mood the whole day. Mom said that from now on I HAVE to run and wake up Dad so that he gets out of bed in the right mood.
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