Rebellion

I'm going through a phase.

I am acting out.  At least that's what those people tell me. You know, those people who act like they are my parents, but don't look anything like me?  They say I am in my teenage years - sleeping in until 10am and testing my limits when they tell me to "COME".

I am having fun though.

I mean, that's what she (you know, the one that thinks she is my mom) gets for letting me have uninterrupted play for 4 days with my friend Bode while she and the one who thinks he's my dad jetted off to Vegas.  Then they just bring me home and leave me alone for 3 hours while they go to church??  Well, I showed her.  Yep, I took this shoe right out of her closet and ate it.

This did not make her happy, but after she whined for a few hours about how those were her very favorite pair she got over it.  I have her wrapped around my finger again although she keeps shutting that closet door.

I was getting hot again.  My coat is so thick.  Finally, they took me in to get a hair cut and she thought it would be "cute" to cut a mohawk into my hair.  You know, because I am a rebel and I have awesome hair.  They keep telling me how cute I look.  They keep flashing that camera in my face.

 They better watch out, I know where their shoes live.  And since she thinks I am so smart I might just learn to open that closet door.

I promise, I am still a sweet pup. I will lose the 'tude soon, but I might keep the hair - don't I look cool?

Love, 

Oliver