It’s cold and rainy here today, and I am feeling my age. I am sleeping in the bedroom, on my puppy bed, with my favorite stuffed bear, Montana. I was just thinking how frustrating it is to try to talk to my humans. They mean well, but boy is it hard to get my message across.
For instance, I yell at them every night at their dinnertime, and try to get some people food, or carrots, or a biscuit (personally, I think they are ice cubes), and my people try to shoo me away, like I’m a nuisance barker, like my sister Sarah.
I am not a nuisance barker, in fact all of what I have to say is relevant. Anyway, I just wanted to let my frustration out so I feel better, and it seems to be working. I feel better already.

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