My people or the thunder.
On Saturday my person waited until almost the end of the day to let me take her for a walk.
She had some excuse about it being too hot.
So by the time she finally said we could go, we couldn’t.
Because the thunder had shown up.
There’s no way I’m going out there when there’s thunder.
I mean, what if it comes and grabs me and takes me back into the sky with it.
And then drops me.
Or what if it chases me all the way up a mountain.
No, I don’t trust that thunder at all.
But that wasn’t all the mischief.
On Sunday my people locked me in dog jail.
And left me.
And it rained real hard.
It made so much noise on the roof that my dog bed got wet too.
We must have a leaky roof.
Person, if you type that I’m calling you on more mischief.
I can’t help it if I get things wet when I’m scared.
Loud rain is scary.
Then my people came back home and the thunder must have followed them, because it thundered the whole rest of the day.
I hope my trails are still around.
I haven’t been able to check on them for two days now.
But here’s the worst part.
My people left me in dog jail again.
And this time it thundered and rained.
I think the only one I can still trust around here is my sneaky squeaky snake.