Hello from Puppy Dog: Why am I a Bad Dog?

Hello Friends,

Today has gone downhill. We had a nice walk in the park, Mama and me, but now she is ignoring me. We've been home for an hour and she hasn't scratched my head or invited me up onto the couch or even said a word to me.

Mama has different names for me and I think today's name is "Bad Dog."

We went to visit my girlfriend, Dogette. Mummy let me out of the back of the car and asked me to go into Dogette's house. But there were lots of nice smells and I needed a pee and I saw a cat and I ran after it a bit. Cats are evil and they get what they deserve. But I got into Dogette's house eventually after Mama yelled a lot... so why am I a Bad Dog?

When we got inside I found a bone on the floor so I took it and sat quietly chewing it the whole time we were there. I was sitting in the corner not causing any trouble.... so why am I a Bad Dog?

When Mama said it was time to leave I thought I could take the bone home with me. I found it, I was chewing it, it was my bone. Mama tried to make me drop it, but it was my bone. Mama tried to take it out of my mouth, but it was my bone. So I reacted like any self-respecting dog defending his food would do... I growled at her. I mean, it's only fair to give the Hairless Apes a warning when they are causing trouble, isn't it? So why am I a Bad Dog?

Mama and I struggled for a while and then she cheated. She stuck her fingers down my throat so I had to let the bone go. If she's the cheat, why am I a Bad Dog?

This sucks.

I'm going to my cushion to take a nap.

Lots of licks and woofs,

Puppy Dog.