Just as I was settling in for my afternoon nap today downstairs by the sliding glass door to the deck, a C-A-T comes up the steps and was about to stroll past the door! YOU BETTA NOT TAKE ANOTHER STEP! I said in my deepest big boy growl followed by a bark. The C-A-T stopped dead in its tracks clearly scared out of its little mind and started stuttering. It wasn’t Chub Chub. That’s the name of the one who lives across the street and smacked me in the face five times fast old fashioned style — Chub Chub. Stupid stupid name. I think Chub Chub sent this one over to do recon and see if I was on top of things or not. I showed them! And I sent an extra bark mail just to be sure. But I got so spun up that I haven’t been right for the rest of the day. And there have been waaay too many cat commercials on the tv machine that just set me off barking all over again. . . So much for a relaxing Sunday.
My Life in Pictures
Chocolate Labratory 