I am a bit miffed at the girls in this house....
My mother, Katie and Zorra. It seems that the "girls" got to go places with my mother over the weekend, and I was not asked, or even allowed to participate! Therefore, I am starting my own branch of the original Our Gang club... the He-Man Woman Hater's Club.
On Saturday, my mother took Katherine to an agility seminar. Why she didn't take me is BEYOND comprehension. Everyone knows that I, Sam, am a MUCH better athlete and agility dog than Katherine. My goodness, has my mother gone MAD? Shall I call the authorities to come and cart her off??!!
Then, on Sunday, in the wee hours of the morning, mother and ZORRA (who is so feeling so much better) snuck out of the house and went to an agility tournament! Needless to say, I was flabberghasted! So, again.. I must say that I am a much better athlete and agility dog than Zorra. I refused to talk to anyone upon their returns.
Katherine, Zorra, and mother appeared not to even be phased at all by this lack of understanding on their part. They went on with their trivial little lives while I sulked.
Last evening, my mother put me on her lap, which I assumed was to beg for my forgiveness. Oh, how I put too much faith in that daft woman..... She started messing with my fur (which SHE messed up by taking me to the groomer. ANOTHER woman). She was saying how it was growing out nicely, blah blah blah.
I am going to think on my revenge.... They will never know what hit them. I will come up with a most devious plan, and of course, they being of feeble minds will not know that it was I.
Oh, I hear my mother calling me for treat time. I can't think of evil strategies now....... Oh. Peanut butter.