August 2, 2002
I saw someone throw a treat out their window as they drove past us. Dad looked up in disgust and I ran over to see what they were giving me. It was a damn piece of paper, just what I wanted, idiots. I took a nice fresh pee on it and went about my way. As I looked up and down the sidewalk on this steamy night, I saw lots of possibilities; only one of which turned out not to be more garbage. It was a nice chicken bone, I scooped it up, only to have daddy rip it out of my jaws and scold me (if only I were a little bigger and in my teens)—anyway, don't tell him but I still walked around with the flavor of it in my mouth for quite awhile. But I doggress, my point was that my daddys always throw their garbage (and unfortunately quite a few treats that I would like) in a big bin and don't walk around in it all day. I have to admit that the smells from all of the garbage outside makes it pretty good, for me, on a hot steamy day, but it does make it awfully ugly and hard to walk around. Why doesn't everyone use the bins and make it a little better? PS...Daddy please change my picture this one is awful
Woofer needs to shut the hell up. I love to mark the garbage lying around in the street. There's never any good damned garbage inside the loft for me to sniff through and mark, and sometimes our dad's even pick up what there is on the sidewalks and in the park (Now if only my teeth were a little bigger). What the hell do they want from me, it's so hot and boring outside, at least the garbage gives me something to aim for. I think it's a good idea that lots of people don't use the bins—so if Woofer wouldn't mind shutting up, we can play a little better across the growing mounds and maybe even find him a stupid treat. PS...Look at his sniveling comment. And they say I'm a bitch |
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