Phew, I almost didn't make it into Mango Minster this year. Mom has been slacking off. So much so that the only category I can enter this year is Bad Sport. I blame Mom. It's Mom's fault! If she had been more on the ball, I could have been in the Good Old Boy or Diva category where I belong. Now she's going to drag up all the "BAD" stuff I've done.
It's not fair!
Fine Mom, bring up the gazillion sets of sheets and pillows I ripped up when I was just a puppy because I had really bad separation anxiety. Bring up that I don't like any other dogs near MY Puppy so I bark and growl and try to lunge on occasion so that I almost rip your arm out of your socket.
Honestly, does this look like a Pei who would lunge?
I'm practically melting into the carpet!
Oh, nice call Mom. Post the staged photo of me eating hamburger from Puppy's tray. That's not bad, that's expected of me. Mom even called me downstairs saying it was clean up time.
Oh, yeah. Figures she'd bring that one up. Hmmm, well, I still blame Mom for that. It's not my fault that they LEAVE ME BEHIND. Any other dog would try and dig himself out of a second floor bedroom wouldn't he?
I'm not a Bad Dog, honestly I'm not!
Sniff ya later!