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Last Barks
Mar. 2nd, 2004 09:08 pmSo I'm hearing that I'm going home tonight. My human's coming home and the big guy and I will go get him soon.
The big guy's place is OK. There's lots of places to sniff and plenty of dogs around, but I certainly don't want to end up in that girl's arms again. I was walking the big guy last night and he lets this woman just come up and lift me off the ground! I was so mad at him, but what could I do? I'm not one to go on a hunger strike or anything. She held at me and thought she could "talk" to me by making up a bunch of gibberish. Humans are so silly.
The big guy's home is nice enough, but when he's gone to work this place is boring. I try to look at what's making noise outside, and there's blinds. Even when I can get around them, we're up high. Heck, I even tried turning over the trash can yesterday and there wasn't anything in it. What am I supposed to do? I just end up licking myself for most of the afternoon.
I think I'm starting to wear out my welcome here. The big guy's toes are really tasty for some reason. I love licking on them, and I think he's gotten used to that. Last night I tried something else. We were in bed and, well, he sleeps in the nude. I don't know why he wants to do that. I, of course, sleep with my collar on like any modest dog would do.
Well, I digress. We were in bed and I decided to try liking him...well, what do you humans call it? I tried giving him a, rim job. This seemed to trouble him greatly and out I went from the bed. Is that any way to treat me? So I'm a little curious. Sheesh.
Heck who wouldn't be a little freaked out here. My guy gave my CD over to the big guy, but surprise, the CD wasn't in there. How am I supposed to relax if my Pet Music CD is missing? I need my CD.
Still, he's treated me pretty good this week. If I can keep my tongue to myself I might just move in with him. I hear that my human wants to take me away to some northern land that's cold, but, I don't think I'd leave him for good since he's been with me for most of my life. I'll just have to teach him what's right.
Oh well, I need to get the big guy ready to open up the coach so we can go find my guy. I'm tired of typing. I don't want to do this anymore. Besides, I think the big guy's losing it. He just said that my guy was already in the air. Come on, people can't fly.
Goodbye,
Trevor
The big guy's place is OK. There's lots of places to sniff and plenty of dogs around, but I certainly don't want to end up in that girl's arms again. I was walking the big guy last night and he lets this woman just come up and lift me off the ground! I was so mad at him, but what could I do? I'm not one to go on a hunger strike or anything. She held at me and thought she could "talk" to me by making up a bunch of gibberish. Humans are so silly.
The big guy's home is nice enough, but when he's gone to work this place is boring. I try to look at what's making noise outside, and there's blinds. Even when I can get around them, we're up high. Heck, I even tried turning over the trash can yesterday and there wasn't anything in it. What am I supposed to do? I just end up licking myself for most of the afternoon.
I think I'm starting to wear out my welcome here. The big guy's toes are really tasty for some reason. I love licking on them, and I think he's gotten used to that. Last night I tried something else. We were in bed and, well, he sleeps in the nude. I don't know why he wants to do that. I, of course, sleep with my collar on like any modest dog would do.
Well, I digress. We were in bed and I decided to try liking him...well, what do you humans call it? I tried giving him a, rim job. This seemed to trouble him greatly and out I went from the bed. Is that any way to treat me? So I'm a little curious. Sheesh.
Heck who wouldn't be a little freaked out here. My guy gave my CD over to the big guy, but surprise, the CD wasn't in there. How am I supposed to relax if my Pet Music CD is missing? I need my CD.
Still, he's treated me pretty good this week. If I can keep my tongue to myself I might just move in with him. I hear that my human wants to take me away to some northern land that's cold, but, I don't think I'd leave him for good since he's been with me for most of my life. I'll just have to teach him what's right.
Oh well, I need to get the big guy ready to open up the coach so we can go find my guy. I'm tired of typing. I don't want to do this anymore. Besides, I think the big guy's losing it. He just said that my guy was already in the air. Come on, people can't fly.
Goodbye,
Trevor
