May 1st 2012 6:59 am
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Finally, I may be getting through to these guys. They finally got the message that I don’t like having the bedroom door closed at night. I like my freedom. So, leave the door open, guys, and I’ll let you sleep. OK? Got it? I sure hope so, ‘cuz I’m tired of broadcasting it to the whole darn neighborhood.
Like most of the other bipeds I run into these days, Bob walks around talking to a little box, though not as much as other people. Today I heard him tell the little box that he hasn’t been to the gym since I came along but that he has gotten more exercise with me than he ever got at the gym anyway.
Sometimes I think Bob is pretty useless, but at least he stays with me all day. I have no idea what Tony does. He gets up early and leaves the apartment, only to come home just in time for dinner. We should all have it so easy, though he seems to be running a little late tonight. Nevertheless, I like Tony. He seems to understand me better than Bob does. Maybe he was a Canine in a previous life. I heard Bob tell his little box once that Tony is Italian. I’m not familiar with that breed. Does it mean we could be distant cousins?
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