Woof,woof, everybody.
It's not easy to get my paws on this contraption nowadays. Seems like My Lady is holding it in her lap day and night. Well, now that I have a chance, let me tell you about my troubles.
I have a problem with My Lady. She’s nice enough, in general––well actually, I like her a lot, but personally I think she’s a little dumb.
Here I am, the best guard dog she’s ever had, and she keeps me on this, bark ,bark, bark, leash. Sorry about the cussing, but I get a little exasperated at times.
Last week, for example, I was at my window lookout, and the neighbor’s big fat cat jumped up in the birdbath right outside my window. I barked and barked, but all My Lady did, was pat me a little and went back to this thing she calls a laptop, and didn’t let me out to clear the yard of this trespasser.
Oh well, it was just a cat, and I guess he heard me barking, ‘cause he left and hasn’t been back. Sometimes I miss those cats that once lived here. I had a lot of fun scattering that bunch, especially that hateful black one that always bowed up every time I walked by.
Today I was outside––on a long leash, of course––there was a deer coming out of the brush, down close to my rock wall. Well, of course, I didn’t want that thing coming up in my yard, so I barked a warning, but all it did was waggled those big ears and kept walking.
Well, I barked until I was hoarse, and those critters finally decided to leave, but not in the big leaps I would have preferred.
After they were gone, my Lady unhooked my leash. Now she unleashes me? Kinda dumb, wouldn’t you agree? I could’ve saved myself a lot of barking, if she’d just wake up to the real world, and let me tend to things.
It makes a fellow want to retire from this watchdog business.
Woof, woof
Dandy