Hot Dogs

I'm really a chicken and string cheese girl at heart, but I'll pretty much do whatever you want for some morsel. Even if it's just a stale doggie cookie.

Mom cut up some hot dogs for Joey's obedience class on Saturday. I was a super good girl, so Mom gave me some too. Of course, I had to do the sit, down, sit, stay routine (although, I don't ever stay). So boring! But hey, if it's going to get me people food, I'll play your silly game.

I wonder what tricks I'd need to do to get some of that steak they're having.

Mom is mean!

I was whining while Mom was on the phone for work. Why doesn't she listen? Darnit, I am the most important!!!

Mom and Dad were a little nice and took Joey & me to the dog park to play a little before it started raining, but then they stuck Joey in the crate and took off.

Joey managed to escape and we destroyed Dad's book that he left on the bed. Silly Dad!

When Mom got home and saw the book mess, she got really mad and told me I was bad. I felt kindof bad since they went to Petco and got us a bunch of fun stuff.

Then Mom got out the evil whirring carpet cleaner thingie and ran all over the house with it. I kept trying to escape it, but it seemed like no matter where I went, she followed me.

It's been a rough day. I'm going to go eat some bone and chill.