Dog with a Bone
Oh mistress…remember she is unaware of my doggy blog…her driving. Oh, she doesn’t want to be on this side of the road, that’s the first problem. Then Ken, he is even worse. Not that the Gigster can drive. I haven’t quite mastered that yet, the iPad is difficult enough for me.
Did you see me? I so looove watching myself. I feel I am the break out star and I should have more screen time. The screen lights up when my little doggy face appears, don’t you agrrrrrree?
They captured intimate moments with mistress and I,her calling me a sex monster….that’s all true..she worships me…but normally In the privacy of my basket.
Now let’s get to the Pretty Poodle’s dinner party. Who was that mongrel she invited, the one that was chewing on a bone all night with smoke coming out of it? What was that? She was growling and snarling, and I might add lying like a dog. I just caught the tail end of what she was saying but I didn’t like it one bite, I mean bit.
The claws were out, and the heat was on. I think mistress needs me more than I need her. Almost like the tail wagging the dog, she was lost without me to protect her they were like bitches in heat. I think that the main bone of contention was Las Vegas, again. The littermates were fighting. Blowfish was yelling (I don’t call her Blowfish she calls herself that), and it all kicked off. I would like to put a muzzle on all of them, and take them back to the pound! When they left mistress called Ken and invited us for a drink but I was already in our bed eating my biscuits.
Oh thank you mistress for not taking me! What an impossible situation! I will see you next week as we em-bark on our holiday adventures.
Remember my woofs will be heard.
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