Woof, woof everybody. Pete took me for a walk this morning and he brought along this girl. They were holding hands, I don't know what she sees in the guy. I have a much shinier coat than he, I was rubbing up against her so that she would notice, but she just looked suspicious. Whatever.
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| Geez, he's so embarrassing. |
After the walk, I noticed Pete reach for the Smackos bag, at which point I began to approach Wacko status. Unfortunately, the idiot started to break the Smackos up into little pieces and throw them around the garage. I hope he had fun. I had to go around sniffing for them just to get my freaking snack. It was highly embarrassing and immediately snuffed out my Wacko.
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| Mmm, I just found a Smacko |
I'm concerned Pete has OCD... or dementia. He's been keeping a feeding and walking schedule on the fridge. I gather the schedule is to make sure I am walked and fed twice a day, no more, no less. I think he is trying to make sure that Em and Pete don't double up on feeding me. Damn it! I need to figure out how to acquire and use whiteout.
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| My schedule |
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