December 9, 2012
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Dog Toys 2
It’s awful.
There’s no other word for it–just ‘awful’.
Yesterday Nancy brought us new toys. Very nice toys, not like the junk she usually brings us.
We took one outside and buried it, but then Cheryl got all funny and took the other one away from us. But we just thought, patience…
This morning we had the second toy three feet from the door when both Nancy and Cheryl started yelling at us and we dropped it and ran.
But we came back…
…and we grabbed the toy…
and Cheryl actually stood up and chased us!
We dropped the toy and ran for our lives.
And she took the toy away.
We can’t bury our best toy. We can’t even reach our best toy. All we can do is sneak around the Conservatory so they don’t see us, whimper, and try to figure out how to get our toy,which is way up high in the air with no steps up to it.
This is the worst day of our lives.
