You know, it really is hard being a little dog. My legs are so small that I have to run really fast just to keep up. I usually like running but yesterday I got a tummy ache and today I didn't even want to chase my ball in the grass this morning. Besides, it was too wet anyway.
My boy went somewhere really early this morning. He was quiet too. I usually don't see him till it is almost time for my dinner. Today, he and Mom left and didn't take me with them. It's okay cause I didn't feel like riding in the car, but I hope he comes back. I used to worry when they went out that big thing that moves that they wouldn't come back . . . but they always do. Whew, that scares me just to think about it.
When I was outside this morning, my Mom yelled really loud at me. I stopped and was shaking all over. I almost started crying but she came to me and picked me up and snuggled with me. I don't know exactly what I did but I think it had something to do with going through those black things around the yard and following that other dog my Mom calls "T." I've been wanting to play with him and tried to get him to come in my yard but he won't answer me when I bark; heck he won't even look at me. I wanted to show him that I'm not a little dog (well I am but I'm trying to act big) and that I'm really fun to play with; at least I think I'm fun to play with. Anyway, he started running and then I started running and then she yelled, really loud. I won't do that again, today. Maybe tomorrow though . . .
Back to my nap . . . like I said, it is hard being a little dog that is trying to be a big dog.
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