I know that, by now, you've read what that old stick-in-the-mud Opie has written. I'm here to tell you that life, around here, isn't as bad as he says.
Personally, I think that dogs make wonderful playmates. They don't hiss, spit and swat, when I want to play and I want to play ALL of the time.
There are a few things, to gripe about though. At Christmas, Mom put up a tree, with wonderful toys hanging all over and, then said that I couldn't play with them! Grandma showed up, wearing a great toy (a skirt with three rows of fringe) and wouldn't let me play with that, either.
We get lots of good food, plenty of scritches and lots of comfy places to sleep. Dad has a long ponytail and he lets me play with it. Mom hands out Pounce treats. For all of these goodies, Opie and I don't have to do a lick of work. Sweet!
Personally, I think that dogs make wonderful playmates. They don't hiss, spit and swat, when I want to play and I want to play ALL of the time.
There are a few things, to gripe about though. At Christmas, Mom put up a tree, with wonderful toys hanging all over and, then said that I couldn't play with them! Grandma showed up, wearing a great toy (a skirt with three rows of fringe) and wouldn't let me play with that, either.
We get lots of good food, plenty of scritches and lots of comfy places to sleep. Dad has a long ponytail and he lets me play with it. Mom hands out Pounce treats. For all of these goodies, Opie and I don't have to do a lick of work. Sweet!