Boring

I haven't checked in for a while. Life has been good. Except today, when Mommy and Daddy left for work as usual, except they forgot to push the chaise lounge against the window so I can look out onto the street.

And then Daddy came home, went out again, and spent the next hour playing some strange game where he was outside looking in but he wouldn't come in. I got tired of wagging my tail at him. Finally he appeared in the house and came down from the second floor. I don't know why he had to have a neighbor help him climb up the ladder to enter the house, when he usually uses the key.

So during this stupid game of him outside and me on the inside, it got dark outside so he didn't take me to the park to see all my friends. I bet all of them were there. And I promised them yesterday that I was going to come.

Then some people came to hang out with Mommy, I wanted to say hi and hi, but instead Daddy dragged me into the basement. I barked and barked because I wanted to go back upstairs, but they wouldn't let me. I had to stay downstairs with Daddy, who was boring and was watching TV instead of playing with me.

Then the people left and Mommy came downstairs to watch TV. I had chewed my bone, and they wouldn't play with me and wouldn't let me hump the pillows, so I went to tear up some tissue paper that was lying around. I got scolded.

So I decided I was going to show them. I went upstairs, tore through some papers, pushed the pillows around and decided to go to sleep in the other bedroom, on the other big bed, all by myself.

Yeah, I was going to show them.