Today, I have no story to tell you, but Mom asked me to write something.
When she says write, I have to write.
When she says 'doo-doo,' I have to do 'doo-doo.'
Well, excuse me.
This is my life as a dog.
I sometimes think that Mom is too much of a micro manager.
Some of my acquaintances can't believe that
I really do pee-pee and doo-doo on demand.
But then when she says "I love you," I'm so happy and I feel that I
wanna obey her like Papa does.
Mom: "Bobby Lee, I asked to do your blog. Not 'doo-doo."
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