I’m upstairs snug in my bed. But that isn’t a good thing. It seems there is an interloper downstairs and I have been banished in my own house. For some reason a man isn’t allowed to growl and snarl and bark when someone invades his house. I can bark 120 times a minute when I want to and I may have done more than that tonight from my perch at the top of the stairs
My favorite people have let me down and brought another puppy into my house! I just got used to my puppy and now there is another one! It really is raining puppies around here and I am not pleased.
Dad said I was actually lucky that I didn’t end up in jail this weekend. He said he will spend a lot of time with me which sounds great but still, I want to be downstairs on my couch next to Mom and growling at my turncoat puppy.
The Win Man! Growl! Bark!