Piggy on the Attack!

Well, these past couple of weeks have been great.

Mom and dad have been letting me sleep in the bed and I've been as comfortable as a piggy in a blanket - literally. Look at my little feet sticking out of the covers. That's my dad hogging all the bed AND the camera. I should have farted at his face, and then I would have gotten more room to streach out.

Last night though, my mom thought she could trick me into going to sleep in my crate. FAT CHANCE! She was blabbing on the phone while trying to pick me up. I knew right away she was up to something, so I started to run really fast in circles around her. (She's slow and can't ever catch me) So then when she would try and grab me, I would run by and bite her toes. Mom's so dumb, she started stomping her feet around trying to keep me from grabbing a toe so I jumped up and scratched her right on the hand! While she was preoccupied crying about that, I bit her toe again and then hid underneath the dining room table.

....she caught me. This capture only happened because I surrendered. I knew that if I beat her up anymore, she would smack me one real good.

Tell me, does this look like a dog that belongs in a crate?

I think not! I'm fuzzy, and squishy, and a little stinky! The perfect combination for a warm pillow that will disperse toots of fartitude, I mean gratitude all night long! Soon enough momslave will realize this.