Turns out I was a turd on Saturday. My best pals were gone to the Zoo and Mason was busy so Anna came to let me out.
I went to the end of the driveway and plopped myself down to wait and wouldn’t move.
Anna had to get her Dad to make me go back into the house.
Someone said “He is getting senile.” Someone else said “He is a turd dog.”
I may be a senile old turd dog…but I am a loyal one.