Hello, everyone! Little One on the blog today. What’s shakin’?
Last weekend, my writer left me for a couple of days. I know what you’re thinking…didn’t she JUST leave you, Little One? Why yes. Yes, she did. Thank you for remembering, since she obviously forgot. I don’t know how she could leave me so soon after, either.
Anyway, she left me and do you want to know what she did?
She pet another dog!
She said she did other stuff, too, like writing and stuff like that…but she also pet another dog!
When she came back and was making up for lost tummy rubs, she looked down at me and said, “I got to hang out with another dog this weekend!” Say, what?! “His name was Choco.” Do I care? “He liked tummy rubs too.” So while I was missing tummy rubs from my writer she was giving them to someone else? “He was a much bigger dog than you so he needs more.”
I know! What are those words? The size of ones tummy does not determine the need for tummy rubs. Obviously I need the most. They’re like air. I need them to live.
Luckily, after I glared at her she stopped saying ridiculous things like, “He needs more tummy rubs than you.”
How was your weekend?
Until next time, friends, keep those tails waggin’!