This morning, while guarding the perimeter of the backyard at my other house, I had a wonderful opportunity to roll in something marvelous. When I went back into the house to show off my coup, things could not have gone worse. Instead of hugs, I got leashed. Instead of praise like, “You smell like a champion alpha,” I got sent to the car. Now, you would think, Diary, that the ride home would be fun – it always is, after all. But, no, Betty wouldn’t let me lean on her shoulder, or even sit next to her!
Anyway, the day that began with such promise quickly went from bad to worse. It’s far too painful to tell you how things ended (the word starts with a B), but here I am, with my best tough and intimidating face, trying to convince Betty into letting me avoid my terrible fate.