And stop calling me Houndenberg.
Hey, I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to bite the other dogs when we were eating off the same plate. Guess Aunt Erica will know next time she needs to separate us when we eat. I’m used to being an only dog, not sharing–so far as I knew, Grep was stealing MY hamburger morsel.
Today I finally opened my mouth and barked at Erica while she was doing dishes. She was so startled she looked behind her to see if something was looking in the window. I just wanted some more hamburger gravy…
We got to go on a long walk to Great Aunt Nancy’s. I’m starting to run and walk faster now, but I think I’d better stick with the monkeys…I could get lost up here in the country.