Yesterday afternoon The Girl let me run loose at the park across the street and I got a little snippy with one of the dogs. So this random guy (a supposed dog trainer) decided to give me a talkin’ to. Yep, that punk took me by the leash and made me sit and stay until I was showing “acceptable behavior”. Who does that guy think he is?! I guess The Girl was pretty embarrassed by my behavior so she’s decided to be more”in charge” of me on our walks. We’ll see about that.
I guess one of the ways that The Girl is “taking charge” of me is to starve me out. I usually have a full bowl of food to graze on all day but as of yesterday, she took the bowl away in the morning and I didn’t get to eat until last night. By the time The Girl got home in the evening, I was feelin’ the rumbly in my tumbly. She made me sit, lie down, shake, creep, and stay for liver treats and my own kibble. She even went as far as making me balance kibble on my frickin’ paws. I felt like a circus monkey and it killed me. *sigh* This blows.
Seriously?! I have kibble on my head! I HAVE KIBBLE ON MY HEAD. Sheesh.
The Girl and Bossman had some friends over and there was food everywhere! I made sure to place myself in some key spots just in case the baby dropped something.
Dude, fly catching is probably one of my favorite past times. Check out this video clip of me trying to catch a pesky fly that somehow got into the house. The Girl did a poor poor job with the video coverage but you get the idea. Make sure to turn the sound on so you can hear my super air snaps at the pesky fly. By the way, he was mighty tasty. *slurp*
Ima gonna get the squeaker…SO gonna get the squeaker…rrrr.
Ever since The Girl started limiting my meals to once a day, I’ve had to elbow my way past the greedy ones…especially Frank. How’s a guy supposed to eat when there’s an elephant hoggin’ the food?!
This really IS the best spot in the house.
When The Girl and Bossman away, I take care of some personal business: 6 naps, clean up my fur from the morning walk, and check in on all my buddies in the toy box. It’s a hard life.
Can’t talk now…I’m needed at our daily staff meeting.