I was enjoying watching TV with Papa.
From the behind, Mom called me.
What? I didn't do anything bad, Mom.
I'm watching TV with Papa, so please don't disturb us.
Papa: "Bobby Lee, come! Let me hug you!"
"Oh, well ... I'd be glad to, but ... Do you mean now?"
Papa: "Of course. Why?"
Mom, don't tell him anything, please.
Mom: "OK, but I think he knows it."
Papa: "What's the matter with you, Bobby Lee?"
Mom whispers: "He knows ..."
Papa, I'm a good boy, right?
Papa: "I hope so. By the way, do you know what the pillows are for?"
Aiee! He knows!.
I think that pillows are for covering my face.
Papa: "Bobby Lee, you are funny boy. But you need to go to the dog house!"
That's why I'm in here.
Hello, everyone.
And maybe I should say "Good night" for today.
I'll be in better shape soon.
Bobby Lee, I destroy pillows too. I think they smell good and I can't help myself. I'm giving DMF a hard time right now. But she still loves me very much. I'm her therapy dog. I have a job. She just gave me a bully stick even though I've been a bit bad. She takes photos of me but she's kind of slow doing everything. She just walks back and forth a lot. It's raining again but she took me for a walk early this morning. We might get another walk in. She's been doing the Chuckit up at the church but I don't bring the ball back to her. I just drop it. Also the church put up a big hand-painted sign right at the little path and gate where we enter. Please keep dogs on leash and clean up after your dogs. Also people are complaining about all the stuff at the Crescent. Dog owners are not cleaning up after their pets. I hope we don't get banned from the Crescent. One women wrote in about an old man who walks with a cane and has a big dog. She says he doesn't clean up after his dog and she suggested a pooper-scooper with a long handle to make it easier for him. It sounds like Pop-Pop but he always cleaned up -- he would even pick up other dog's business that he came across. He was one of the first people to clean up after his pet. He would carry a garden trowel and scoop up the business (not mine, before I was born) and fling it into ivy. Very weird.
ReplyDeleteWell, I have to go now. DMF put on the calming music for me.
lots of love