It finally stopped raining/snowing enough for my parents to take me to the dog park. I forgot how much I truly hate that place.
I know when my Mommy is about to try and take me to the dog park, because she wears the same pants every time we go, and they smell like the dog park. Plus, she says "you wanna go to the dog park? Wanna go to the dog park?" in a really high, annoying voice about a million times. This is me begging her to let me stay home on the couch.
This is my plan not working. This is me begging to go home from the dog park.
Doing nothing at the dogpark is quite exhausting. This is me relaxing after a long afternoon of play-evasion.
Me and Daddy like snuggling together.
HUH??? What is that flash?
This is my favorite new game- it is called drop my egg intentionally into my food bowl and then scratch and dig and cry until my parents get so fed up with me that they come over and get it out for me. I then promptly drop it back in. If my parents ignore me I will just take it out very easily on my own accord.
Snarf everydog later,
/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth