Oakley is a doozy, and Bailey is a sweetheart. But today is mine. I will be just hanging out. It's really hot out there again.
Mommy Jean says I'm faking my itch just to get my belly rub every night. I'm pleadin the fifth. (I think that means I don't have to tell anyone anything)
You humans have funny ways. Why can't I just speak my mind? Porgy lets me. Sometimes I speak my mind to my Mommies, and boy, that's not good. I didn't know they could understand 'doggie talk'. Before, Mommy Jean was rubbing my belly, and she scratched my skin. I let her know it hurt; and man - she grabbed my snout an I thought she was goin to crush it. But worse, she let me have it with a lot of human words. Hurt my feelings.
I don't think I will do that again.
Yesterday I was hurryin' to go out, and I slipped on the wood floor and fell on my face. Mommy Jean scolded me and said I am gettin old, and forgot I only have three legs.
My Mommies laughed at that; I didn't think it was funny.
Last night Mommies had a TV on and they were laughing at a lot of my friends doing stupid things. One guy fell in the pool, and his mommy had to pull him out. Another guy slid all the way down the hill on the snow, without a sleigh.
Then there was the idiot chasing his tail.
The best was when some little guy kept jumping to get a cookie off the counter. He finally got it!!!
We're not stubborn, we just don't give up! But you know you love us, don't you?
Mommy Jean said something this morning about calling the mover. I think that sounds like 'move', an I don't like that. I'm scared. I'm goin to talk to Porgy. Don't go away; I'll be back.