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Bark, Woof, *Scratch*, Lick
Feb. 26th, 2004 11:05 pmI've pulled this thing away while the big guy's watching "Friends" or something. Now if I jump up and down on this thing enough, I might make it work.
I've been staying at the big guy's place for a few days while my human has gone off the the can or something to see his humpy-guy. The place is OK, but it does get a little boring when I'm alone during the day. The big guy leaves on music for me on some station with some thumping beat and no words. Naturally I just stay in the bedroom under the covers.
The big guy comes home and I jump all over him. I think he thinks I'm happy to see him, but really I'm just wanting to go to the bush and whizz. When we finally do go out we have to go down the stairs and he just can't keep up with me. In fact, he can't keep up with me at all. We go out for walks and I wish he'd just let me go because he's just keeping me from getting to the next tree. I can't stand slow humans.
Hold on, I've got to lick myself...let me just lift this leg...
Better. One thing that's bugging me about this place the big guy lives in. Sure, there's lots of bushes, a few trees and lots of jasmine around. There's even lots of other dogs around, so I have to leave my mark, just to tell them I'm here. Besides, there's some other terrier around here, and I know I'm better, and I'll piss on everything to prove it.
Lots of good things to sniff, but as we're walking around, every door looks the same. The big guy takes me out, and I go back up the stairs, and there's a door. He just looks at me and starts up another flight of stairs. Come on, I can't read those numbers, how am I to know?
He also laughs at me after I take a dump. He keeps saying I must have been raised by cats. I think he's criticizing my trying to clean up the scene, I mean, come on, you want me not to cover that up? It just takes a couple of kicks back, then everything's fine. some people are such barbarians.
I think the big guy was at bit mad at me when he got home from wherever he's been going. I'm not sure why, though. I was bored today, and after staying in his bed for a while, I sniffed around and smelled something interesting. I had to knock the big thing over, but then everything flew out of it, and I found where the good smell was coming from. There was just a little of the beefy taste left, but it was good. After a bit, I got bored and left it. That really was the extent of my day.
Got and itch, got an inch Got an ITCH! *scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch*
I'd have the big guy scratch it, but I want to finish this. This thing, I don't know why either my person or the big guy make such a big deal about it. It's actually not that hard just to put down a bunch of nonsense.
Alright, I have to get the big guy away from the TV and to pet me for a while, then I'll go under his bed and poop if he doesn't take me out. He's OK, he puts food out like a good human should, but I think he's a little stingy on the treats.
I'll have my guy teach him when he gets back from...huh? What's that smell? Popcorn?
-Trevor
I've been staying at the big guy's place for a few days while my human has gone off the the can or something to see his humpy-guy. The place is OK, but it does get a little boring when I'm alone during the day. The big guy leaves on music for me on some station with some thumping beat and no words. Naturally I just stay in the bedroom under the covers.
The big guy comes home and I jump all over him. I think he thinks I'm happy to see him, but really I'm just wanting to go to the bush and whizz. When we finally do go out we have to go down the stairs and he just can't keep up with me. In fact, he can't keep up with me at all. We go out for walks and I wish he'd just let me go because he's just keeping me from getting to the next tree. I can't stand slow humans.
Hold on, I've got to lick myself...let me just lift this leg...
Better. One thing that's bugging me about this place the big guy lives in. Sure, there's lots of bushes, a few trees and lots of jasmine around. There's even lots of other dogs around, so I have to leave my mark, just to tell them I'm here. Besides, there's some other terrier around here, and I know I'm better, and I'll piss on everything to prove it.
Lots of good things to sniff, but as we're walking around, every door looks the same. The big guy takes me out, and I go back up the stairs, and there's a door. He just looks at me and starts up another flight of stairs. Come on, I can't read those numbers, how am I to know?
He also laughs at me after I take a dump. He keeps saying I must have been raised by cats. I think he's criticizing my trying to clean up the scene, I mean, come on, you want me not to cover that up? It just takes a couple of kicks back, then everything's fine. some people are such barbarians.
I think the big guy was at bit mad at me when he got home from wherever he's been going. I'm not sure why, though. I was bored today, and after staying in his bed for a while, I sniffed around and smelled something interesting. I had to knock the big thing over, but then everything flew out of it, and I found where the good smell was coming from. There was just a little of the beefy taste left, but it was good. After a bit, I got bored and left it. That really was the extent of my day.
Got and itch, got an inch Got an ITCH! *scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch*
I'd have the big guy scratch it, but I want to finish this. This thing, I don't know why either my person or the big guy make such a big deal about it. It's actually not that hard just to put down a bunch of nonsense.
Alright, I have to get the big guy away from the TV and to pet me for a while, then I'll go under his bed and poop if he doesn't take me out. He's OK, he puts food out like a good human should, but I think he's a little stingy on the treats.
I'll have my guy teach him when he gets back from...huh? What's that smell? Popcorn?
-Trevor
