Wednesday, July 28, 2010
I met her in the Pets Prison. At first I thought she was nice. We talked about things. We talked about life. We had nothing else to do. It was boring as hell in there, ya know? It passed the time. Then she started following me around, sniffing every last place I went. She sat where I sat. Peed where I peed. Ate where I ate. She even tried to follow me to my cell! I thought maybe Prison was making her a little weird. On the day of my release, we shaked paws goodbye. She gave me a strange look. The day after I got home, guess who came to my front door? HER!! She comes by every day. Every stinking day, so now I am in hiding. Does anyone know the Dogfather??????????