Jounral of a Jedi in the Form of a Little Dog
November 5th 2007 8:52 am
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On Saturday night, I raided the trash can in the kitchen. Well, who could blame me? There was CHICKEN in there. I almost had it when mistress caught me and said "NO!" really sharply. You know, the way your humans say "no" when your being so-called bad. I threw up on Sunday. My mistress has read that you shouldn't feed a dog for whole day after he throws up; so she skipped my supper. I was as hungry as a horse! Sunday night, when I thought no one would notice, I ambled into the kitchen, jumped on a chair, and ate a plate of food that was still sitting on the table. (I ate the food on the plate, not the plate. Hope I didn't confuse you.) Mistress just happened to hear me get on the chair. She walked to the kitchen, and when I saw her I laid down on the chair and waited for my doom. She didn't say anything. Just picked me up by the scruff of my neck like my dog mama would and brought me to the living room. I got the message. My ears were laid flat against my head for several minutes after that, but no sound did I make. See, I'm a big boy and take my punishment like a full-grown dog ought to.
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