The most terrible thing happened. A horrible little one moved into our house. She was hear for 87 million hours (editor's note: 2 days). She brought lots of stuff. She put toys every where. She was very scary.
I had to bark at her, a lot. I would bark and bark until she cried and then I would get in her face and bark some more. This landed me in jail. That is right, an invader came to my house, and I had to spend time in jail. Lady says it was the only way to make sure everyone was safe and happy. I was so upset the first day, I couldn't sleep at all, unless the horrible little one slept. I was very tired and cranky by the end of the day.
|In jail with only a bone and some toys and a comfy bed|
By the second day, she didn't cry when I barked, and when Lady told me to go lay down, I would. I spent less time in jail. Lady also notes, I did a bit better when the Man was around. I barked a little less.
|Pretending she is not on my couch|
|Pretending she isn't there more.|
I would have done a happy dance when she left, but I was way too tired. I had to sleep the whole next 2 days.
|Standing on my Lady and getting a belly rub because I am scared|
Lady says she is giving me a C- for my behaviour. She says I need to work on it and that the horrible little one may be back for a weekend before I know it. I guess I better get the jail cell ready now.