Surprise. We were sleeping when my owner mom came home early today. She left the bearded at the mountain. Too crowded. She brought us yummy messy bones.
Arrow ate the plastic wrapper off his. He is smart. The label said not to eat them on the rug so he went on the couch.
I stayed on the carpet. A bone is nothing compared to the things Arrow does on the carpet. And we’ll lick it clean.
My owner mom took me to Petco. People were showing off their well-trained doggies. Sit. Stay. One Petco worker with a clicker asked a Lhasa Apso for a high five. And he waved his paw in the air like Michael Jordan. They talked about dogs who could walk around hamburgers. My mom kept my leash close to her, afraid I might grab something. Or growl. But I was good. The floor smelled like pee. Maybe Arrow was here earlier.
She considered buying him a belly diaper for boy doggies. Which is worse? Cleaning the rug or the diaper?