Jeehey filps my ears, drags my tail and gives me rasberries. Her behavior makes me wonder the core of life.
Sometimes, she gives me tender kisses, soft touch and gentle eye contact.
I let her rub my belly.
Life is a mystery box. Even with my beauty and brain power, it's hard to know.
Such is a life.
Few days ago, I went to a social meeting, where all the pit comes together so as to vanish negative social stereotypes of my kind. The eight pits came along with their plus one or two. But I was the most handsome dog with perfect body ratio. Oh, so proud.
I was so super excited that my chocker collar almost killed me.
Damn you, Cisco and Jeehey (how could you...)
I saw other three red nose pits. But no one did not have a perfect mask like mine. So, I decided that I am the boss.
Naturally, I wanted to express my opinion, getting up close.
Jeehey and Cisco got so tense,pulling me back and yelling.
What about the promise of social and play time?
I could not see the point of the meeting, if they keep behaving like that.
They tried to pull me back so hard that I started to chock to death.
It was not fun at all. It was a Psychological war fare.
There were much pulling and struggling.
And I am telling you my treat was the worst.
Every other dog were having chopped hot dog bits, while mine was healthy baked goods, shaped like green peas, carrots and apples. Boo hoo. Boo hoo.
I expect better next time.
Wondering paw,
Quemul
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