Arrow stayed home. He was a little sad to see me go.
He spent quiet days at home alone, waiting for me.
On Friday a big dog came to work. I didn’t like him. He didn’t like me. We had a fight and he bit me! Hard. Blood. Fur. I was crying and shaking. Now I understand why my owner mom doesn’t like when I bite her. (I only do it when she is brushing me or stepping on painful parts of me. Oh, and when I find a chicken bone on the street and....) But I never bite hard like that dog.
They should fire him. But he has seniority. Now I am again among the unemployed. Laying around the house again.