Okay, here goes. This is a real confession. My younger person didn’t used to like me very much. He said I was bad and he didn’t want anything to do with me. It made me feel bad – so I’m not sure if I was bad, or I just felt bad.
Anyway, for the last several months my younger person has been spending a lot of time at the house of a very special friend. This special friend of my younger person has dogs – two of them.
These dogs aren’t like me at all. I’m not allowed to tell you what they do for fear of giving us dogs a bad name. Yeah I know, I’m not perfect but I’m good when my people are around – I am, aren’t I person? I’ve got to have a little fun when you’re not here.
Now that my younger person has been spending time around these other dogs he’s decided that he likes me much better – that I’m not so bad after all. All that being said, I can’t figure out for the life of me why my younger person keeps hanging out with those other dogs.