Did you know that the bags Judes uses to pick up my poop have words on them? Judes thinks I can't read, but I'm playing along because I don't want her to start making me do work for her. Although, she knows I write this blog. Interesting...Anyway, the bags say, "junk from the trunk." How silly.
Can you believe Judes and I have already been here a month? I guess she's serious about staying here. Works for me. Although the wind is a bit unnecessary. Maybe that will go away in the winter. Or get significantly worse. One of those.
Judes has been taking me on lots of walks, which is fabulous. But she keeps going out and having fun without me, which is not fabulous. I've told her this, and barked to get dinner early to make up for her being so mean. All to no avail. Yesterday she did this:
Did I mention that I was not invited? She also hasn't taken me to any football games, or taken me out to dinner. Rude. So here I lay. So sad. At least we're in beautiful Wyoming, where I can stare at mountains all day. Things could be worse, I suppose.
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