I'm like a little shedevil when mom puts me in jail. I'm trying to make her think I hate it, but I really don't. I go in and out of it all day. I wonder if the jig is up? I almost fall asleep in there sometimes. She keeps calling it a cave, but we all know she means jail. Crazy human. she left me again today! Can you believe it? She gave me a few toys and made sure I was safe, and poof, she was gone. It must have been 6 months later when she returned. I thought she was never, ever, ever coming back, but she did! I piddled a bit in my bed I was so pissed off at first. I won't do that again. How'm I supposed to sleep in that bed with pee in it? That mom, though. She's something else. She took the bed out and gave it a good washing. I wonder if she knows I'll still smell the pee? Barowf!
I slept almost 8 hours last night. You can't ask for more from me. I think that's my limit.
I wish you could hear this great squeaky toy I have. Dad says that no other dog that lived here (and I can smell them all) has actually squeaked a squeak toy. I do! I love it.
Time to chew on mom for a bit. Barowf for now.