Small body, BIG who cares

Why?

I'm a good boy, everyone says so.

I had a rough and tumble life, but i'm a guy and this is what we do. We roll and by roll I mean roll in everything, hear what I'm saying fellow puppies?

So I did a swanton bomb into our at the time uncompleted house's basement .. it's not my fault, the Dad man put me down and I went running, cause face it ... that's what dog's do man.

I used to slap Zoey around, but that's not my fault, had to do something to test my reflexes and if you can't hit your sister well then who can't you smack and kick .. know what I mean?

So the reason I'm telling you all this is because I got hit with HER *points to Missy*

HER is evil, she's a brat and they all love the little menace. There's nothing phantom about her, she's loud and proud let me tell ya. I used to have toys that I stole from sister, she and Garfield (oh there's a whole other story on that boy lemme tell you) have taken them back from me.

HER is sneaky and did I mention loud?

No bloody wonder fellow puppies that I'm choosin to invoke the selective hearing clause of my contract with the two leggers. If I can't hear HER then i can't hear them tell me when I want to smack and kick a sister.

*hrmph* I mean c'mon I didn't think peeing on the carpet invoked the karma police THAT bad as to send Missy on my head. That reminds me, I need to go hide said head, she hasn't snow plowed my legs out from under me yet.