"Barley here. I just have to say, this is a very hard time for me. First I receive the unfair (and completely UNTRUE, might I remind you) accusation on Christmas morning that I ate my human boss's fishing card --- again, NOT TRUE. Then yesterday were the hurtful accusations that I ate my human littlie's pencil. Ok, maybe *that* one was true, but if they're going to just leave these perfectly good snacks lying around where I can reach them, I hardly think I'm to blame.
There was yelling when I ate the cheese pizza, then lots of sighing and eye rolling when I threw up under the dining room table last night, and yesterday the boy-child in the house was out in the backyard with me, playing keepaway with my plastic chew-donut, while his older sister picked up the poop. (Hey, don't blame me, a dog's gotta go somewhere.) Suddenly I heard shrieking and laughing and the boy was rolling around on the ground clutching his stomach ... the source of their amusement? The giant rubberband they found in my poop!
Clearly, I cannot take the stressful and unhealthy atmosphere in this house. I don't feel I get any respect. The girl-human-boss even spelled my name wrong in yesterday's blog --- although, in her defense, spell-check didn't catch it because it *was* a word. Whatever.
My point is I am clearly stressed. I am nervous, and constantly looking over my shoulder. Obviously, I am getting no rest, as I am always recuperating from .....
........ok, well, maybe I look a teensy bit relaxed in this picture. Maybe things aren't quite as bad as I made them out to be. Maybe I was busy digesting another pencil ......."