Something or someone tore up my duck..it is in pieces. Someone must have been playing too rough and been so excited that he just ripped off the ducks feet…one by one. After that someone took all the stuffing out and chewed up the noise maker. It was a vicious attack. Someone spread that stuffing fluff around on the floor and some of it accidently got on my nose. It looked incriminating..but every dog should have his day in court. Doncha think?
I am in the dog house ..I was out by the wood pile chasing rabbits and got all full of woodchips from the chain saw. I drug a bunch of wood chips in the house on my fur…between that and that messed up duck..I was feeling a little sad.
I was really good during the rescue call the other night.. I tried to make Far Guy all better by licking him in the face. I did not bark..and I listened really good. When Far Side said to go lay down I did..and when she told me to come downstairs off the landing I did. She said I was the best dog ever. The Fire and Rescue guys all patted me on the head and said I was a good boy too.
Since I was such a good boy maybe someone will look extra hard for a new duck.
Far Guy and I walked to the mailbox yesterday and hauled the garbage to the dump..I make sure he takes a nap every day.
I go along to the Nursing Home..but I cannot go inside because they have a fat girly dog named Maggie in there. Far Side said “We don’t need no ruckus.” So I stayed in the car and watched other dogs barking in their cars! Far Side reports her Mom was finally able to sleep a little and she looks a little better too:)