My person told me I couldn’t go out looking like myself yesterday, so she dressed me up as a Cub Scout and took me for a walk. I’m not sure what she was talking about, and I don’t even know what a Cub Scout is, but she said something about treats. I’ll do anything for treats. Well, almost anything.
We went walking along the trail – me all dressed up. We met a few people on the trail but none of them had treats for me. Hey, what gives? I thought if I wore this silly thing that everyone I ran into would give me treats.
Then I figured out what the problem was. I didn’t run into anybody. My person pulls me off the trail whenever someone comes walking by. How does she expect me to get treats when I’m standing out of the way?
Once I realized that, I moped all the way home. We didn’t even see any more people. Darn. I really wanted to check out that running into theory. Anyway, I guess my younger person felt sorry for me when we got home because he gave me an end of the trail treat. And I didn’t even have to run into him.
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