Woff, woff,. My name is Dandy, at least I think it is! I seem to be called by a lot of different names: Sweety, Doggie, Funny Face….ME, being called Sweety. How ridiculous ! I don’t want to sound too macho, but I come from a long line of hard-working hunting dogs! If My Lady will take off that leash next time we’re outside, I’ll show her how fast I can put eight cats up a tree.
Now those cats: that’s something I’d like to discuss. Why is it that they bow up at me. Really, I’m not interested in them although there’s one little tabby that I rub noses with. The whole gang of them bow and hiss and slap me when I try to be friends. They’re about my size and should be a lot of fun to play with but, no, they’d rather be rude! Then when I ignore them, they follow me everywhere. Like I said earlier, take that lease off and we’ll come to an understanding.
This is my first time to do a Yogg … you pronounce that a little like you’re in the middle of a yawn…but I’ve watched My Lady doing this a lot. Sometimes she acts as though she doesn’t like this little box and I expect that if she wasn’t a nice lady she might say something I don’t want to hear.
Anyway, if she ever leaves me alone again, twice in one day, I’ll try out my paws again. It’s really not too complicated: you just hit the bottom of the screen and funny things happen and you’re through!
Woff.
Damdy