I am hot and tired. Master is hot and grumpy. It is all mistress’s fault.
I am panting all the time. I hardly have enough energy to bark at the cats. OK that one isn’t true. I went ballistic this morning when one went on MY ROOF.
Look, I can’t even stand on my steps without falling asleep.
Thanks to those of you who have voted in my poll.
But not enough of you have said mistress is a wimp. We all know she is.
And she forget to say that you have to read La Cucaracha story to make your decision.
Next I can do a poll about how silly she is. Unless she did it on purpose, of course – not linking the poll to the story. So you wouldn’t know why I thought she was a wimp.
I think the sun has addled my brain. Pufff.