Dadda's are proud of the oddest things. This morning Dadda said that my poop smelled worse than his.
We came down for the day and Bubba and Mamma's breakfast scraps were still on the table. Dadda tried to pass it off as a fresh breakfast, and I tried to act like I was impressed.
Man, I'm jealous of the dogs. It's bad enough I get table scraps, but I only get to use the pet door two or three times a day, and I never make it off the porch.
Dadda took me on a walk today in the stroller. He wanted to leave while it was still cool and early, but Halo Reach made us leave at noon. It was so hot we both turned red like strawberries, me from napping, Dadda from walking.
You know I guess there's not so much to be jealous of, I got fed and a walk and I used the pet door several times. Next goal. . .poop outside.
Today I am persistent stubborn.
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