May 28th 2013 1:22 pm
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Ok, so you know I bark. I bark at lots of stuff. I annoy the peepoles I bark so much.
But I am (big word alert) selective. That means I pick and choose.
Lemme tell ya 'bout it.
Now if I am outside and sumfin goes by, I bark. Run and bark. That's the way it works. Always.
But if I am inside at OP Zoe, that's where the selective deal kicks in. And there don't seem to be no rhyme or reason.
Of course, I bark at tractors, big field machine things, peepoles walkin, joggin, ridin or any kind of moseyin along past my place.
I bark at dogs goin by. Trash blowin by. Tumbleweed things blowin by.
I bark at pick up trucks pullin stock trailers. Dirt bikes, 4-wheelers, bicycles? You betcha. The mailman, UPS, FedEx? Of course!
But sumtimes I bark at cars and trucks and sumtimes I don't. And I Am not asleep! And it might even be the same vehicle. Sumtimes it gets barked at, sumtimes it don't.
Mommy can't figure it out. And I am not gonna tell her why I bark sumtimes and sumtimes I don't. Keeps her guessing.
And interrupts her naptime.
I want to come and bark with you on the OP Zoe and Roll in your new grass!
Yu r a bery compwicated gurl- pup, Zoe. Dat r all I r gonna say 'bout dat. BOL!
Maybe some times you just get tired of BARKING - yeah, that's it....
Tired ob barkin'??? Yu feewin' ok, Puff??
Yeah, Puff. I get tired. Of barkin.
Yur a funny guy Puff.