Molly's Diary
I'm bored.
My human is typing stuff when we should be out walking. It's way past time. I tried everything. I gave her my best smile, and I pawed her leg and gave a very respectful mini-woof, and crouched into chase mode, and ran to the front door. But she didn't get it. She just sits there with her computer toy, which is a stupid thing to do because it doesn't smell good or taste good, and you can't chase it and it only makes a plut-plut noise which isn't at all interesting.
I'm a working dog. I was meant for better.
I'm bored.
My human is typing stuff when we should be out walking. It's way past time. I tried everything. I gave her my best smile, and I pawed her leg and gave a very respectful mini-woof, and crouched into chase mode, and ran to the front door. But she didn't get it. She just sits there with her computer toy, which is a stupid thing to do because it doesn't smell good or taste good, and you can't chase it and it only makes a plut-plut noise which isn't at all interesting.
I'm a working dog. I was meant for better.
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