I opened my eyes this morning and big old hairy Bailey smells more and more ripe everyday. Everyday I wonder why my normally giving curly haired owner didn't wash him? I get washed regularly, but I guess I'm a lot smaller
and make less of a mess…
I can tell I am her favorite the way she carries me out to pee and is so enthusiastic when she talks to me, or puts down my bucket of toys. I'm not sure why, but I really hate those two other furry creatures that sit in that heated bed. Maybe its because they can crawl on counters, or because they can poop and pee inside… Grrr…I think it's how smug and cool they think they are… There's this new person with less hair then the owner… I didn't like him at first because the owner pays way more attention to him then me, but he does take us on walks, throws my toys everyday and he took me for a run the other day, so he's ok in my book now… Oh boy time to pee, oh boy time to pee…(shake, wiggle, shake, wiggle) but it's soooo cold and I have no fur…I'm going to run away from the door maybe they won't catch me…
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