April 18th 2010 4:22 am
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Grrrrr... It's bad enough to have a Pet that writes in your personal (Dogonal?) diary, but now... DAD JUST USED ME FOR A TABLE TOP!

I was hooking him up before we went to work Friday. I called Dad over, and by being still and really giving him my best; don't-leave-me-behind look, I won the almost daily contest between Sadie and myself of who gets to go to work that day.

Some contest, the looser just goes after lunch. But the bank trip - can you say teats? - is in the morning!

Anyway Dad had stuff in his hands, I was in the doorway, and I guess he must have been in a hurry or lazy one. He puts a bag of treats, and several papers he was taking in to work on my back as we got on-lead. I was so shocked, I didn't even move, so Dad has been calling me his hairy table all day.

Yeah, give me another shot at those treats like that Dad, and you might find out how unstable this table is!