Mama plays with it every now and again and I just don't know why.
I'm always here, available to play Fetch. Why does Mama need that horrible thing?
That stupid Dysonmonster is boring. It only plays in the house. I am versatile. I play in the yard and in the house. Sometimes I even bring some of the yard with me when I come into the kitchen!
That stupid Dysonmonster needs everything in the house moved around when it comes out to play. I don't need things to be moved around. I can get under them and around them and, if Mama isn't looking, I can even get up on top of them!
That stupid Dysonmonster has a terrible howl that just goes on and on and on. And the moon isn't even up! At least I know when howling is appropriate. It's just good manners, after all!
And - here's the worst thing! Mama forgets how much she loves me when she plays with the Dysonmonster! Today she called me a "Walking Furball!"
I'm going to go and sit down on my cushion and sulk now. It isn't fair!
Lots of licks and woofs,