First thing this morning, rather than going on my morning walkie, mom and dad rushed me into the Bogie-mobile. Wherever could we be going oh sweet parents, I HAVEN’T POOPED YET.
But – whew! – I recognized the route instantly and in but a few precious moments we were at Mareike’s house for day 2 of our Dalextravaganza.
The Dales were happy to see us and after some play biting and barking, I was free to pee. Everybody is happy, we’re spending the day just playin’.
At one point dad was working on the fig tree and cutting up PERFECTLY GOOD STICKS. This annoys me to no end. Why oh why must he cut them up into small, useless pieces? Especially when I have a really good pile going.
Humans. I’ll never understand ’em.