I hate rainy days!

I was in my house all day yesterday since Mr. K, my trainer, advised Mom and Papa that it's not necessary to take me out if it is raining.

And I didn't like that advice.

But the day came.

It was rain!

I wanna go out, Mom.

I pray seriously ... "please stop raining!"

I got bored on Saturday.

So I had to think to ways of killing time.

I ran around my room (Mom: Not 'your room,' our room, Bobby Lee!) with my antler.

I tried to put the point of antler in my eye ... I wanted show Mom what a strong boy I am.

I asked Papa to take me out.

Hey, Papa, it is not strong rain at all.

Let's go!

I didn't succeed.

I played with the bath mat.

The bath mat had to have a role in my game.

I played with my red bird.

I even played a hiding game by myself.

No one searched for me though.

I did 'night patrolman' at night too.

I finally got crazy.

This is my story for Saturday, Jan. 21 2012