Friday, July 24, 2015

In the Dog House

Last weekend Daddy bent Mummy’s motorized dog carrier. We thought she’d growl at him like she does when we do bad things so we hid because she’s really scary when she growls. Instead she went very quiet and said she was going to put Daddy in a dog house.  Since we live in the same kennel as our humans, this must be a dog house and since Daddy is still here, I assume Mummy must be talking about this one.  It has particularly comfy beds and sofas so I don’t understand why putting Daddy in this dog house is much of a punishment.
Talisker

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