Yea, I know, sometimes I'm not a nice dog, but a guy's gotta have some fun.
Mom kicked me out of the house again because I farted. I mean, I know she would not be happy. That's why as soon as I did it I got up to leave the room. Man, what more does she want? I don't even get why they get so mad.
Anyhoo, she stopped me before I could get good and gone and made me go in the backyard. And I saw him--some guy in the nice lady's yard next door. First mistake, don't go in the yard next door--I will ask you who you are and what you're doing.
The guy didn't see me, he had his back to me. And he had this loud, really noisy thing in his hand that he was swinging slowly at the bushes. I don't like the loud thing much. Dad uses a loud thing like that all over the grass and it makes me sneeze. Mom uses a loud thing in the house over the floor and if I try to attack it she sends me to another room. But this was a new loud thing that I didn't much like and I decided to tell him as much.
So as not to be rude, I trotted all the way over the fence, until I was right in back of him, and very loudly cleared my throat and in a loud voice--so he could hear me over the din--I asked what he was doing and if he intended to do it all day.
Boy did that guy jump! He also barked or made a sound like a bark or something. He looked mad. I didn't expect that, but that was entertaining enough to make my day, and I trotted right back to my layin' down spot on the deck under the benches.
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