I am not sure why people always say "You're in the dog house" and mean a bad thing. I must admit that I love being in the dog house. I live in a small home which is the perfect size for me. I have two bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen, living room, office area, dining room, and basement. It really is charming in an old house sort of way. My favorite place other than with my mom is the back yard. It is full of interesting things such as bunnies, squirrels, and a plethora of snakes! How did I hit the jackpot?
My mom is actually in the dog house in the bad way this week! She has abandoned me to take care of other dogs! How dare she! I still get to see her, but she smells terrible. I would like to think I am not the jealous type, but I don't always like when she hangs out with other people. I for sure want her in my dog house. Instead of being angry with her, I am going to dream of better days, hopefully when we are together! I guess I will have to cuddle up with Charlie. I must be getting desperate.
My mom said I am in the dog house. I can't believe her. I just had a series of unfortunate events. I was trying to get very close to my mom while she was eating lunch. I was hoping to snag a bite, but I lost my footing and fell into the side table. Mom saved the lamp and me, but the diet Pepsi exploded everywhere. She then threw me outside while she cleaned up. I came back barreling in to make it up to her and my little paws were full of mud. I might have gotten the mud all over her new pillows. I hope that she has a short memory span like me and forgive me soon.
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