There's a nasty cat in the neighborhood that likes to invade my garden all the time. Not only that, but he also likes to poop in the yard before running away. When my humans find the poop, they blame it on me! I try to explain that it's the cat's fault, but they don't believe me. It's not fair!
And every time I see the cat, he just chuckles like a fat jerk before hopping over the wall. I don't know how he can jump so high, but one of these days I'll get him. Oh yeah, I'll get him and rub my balls in his face. I learnt it from watching my Pops play his videogames. The Beagle from down the road says it's called "tea-bagging" and it's a way to show someone who's the Alpha. This is my home, and here I'm the Alpha!
Musing on Monday - *I see my pals out there. I want to go out with them.* *I bet we could have fun running up and down the fence line.* *Misty: Maybe if we sit nicely,...
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