April 25th 2010 8:17 pm
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First, that blasted collar, I wiggled it into comfy submission, then, the towering, dark and looming baby-blue carpeted steps on which I climbed my way up to chewy shoes.
And now, the rushing torrents of cold water are under my control.
My owner says I shouldn't be so dramatic about things, but he doesn't know anything, now does he?
Also I got a rather spiffy stick.
But that dastardly water took it away from me and I was too busy guarding my master from the deadly minnows to go after it.
...'Cause I had more important things to do.
Totally wasn't because I got tired.
Hush, my legs aren't that short.