Why did you have to click on that darn
ABOUT thing?
Every time one of you people do that I have to tell you all
about me and my Sad, Pathetic Situation™.
Okay... here goes...
(Sad, Pathetic Situation™, take 482,393)
I’m a Jack Russell Terrier... Don’t like Terriers?...
TOO BAD! I’m not exactly fond of
people either.
I live with my peeps and 3 other Jack Russell’s... yeah... 3... why 3?... I don’t know. They are all pretty dumb anyway.
Always in MY way, eating MY food, sleeping on MY blanket and sticking
their noses in MY butt. What’s up with that?!! Stay away... PLEASE!!!
My peeps are alright... I mean... for people.
I like them best when they are not home. HOME??? Don’t get me started on that. Yeah it keeps the weather out,
if you’re not upstairs - roof leaks like a Jack Russell with a bladder problem. And the DOORS! Why do they always have
to be closed when I want to go out???
Anyway... about the BAD SAMMY thing...
If you’re not real sharp, you probably haven’t figured out that I am Sammy. If you did know... kudos’ to
you, Sherlock!
Around here it’s all I ever hear.
"BAD SAMMY!!" "BAD SAMMY!!" over and over. I don’t even
DO anything and its...
"BAD SAMMY!!" "BAD SAMMY!!"
I didn’t do that on the floor... (can’t prove it anyway - they can’t expect me to go outside
with all the other dogs in the hood watching), and no I did not chew on the chair... it’s old anyway...
get a new one for crying out loud, this isn’t 1970, ya know! The other dog fell off the dock on his
own... okay, I might have helped a little – but they weren’t even looking and right away it’s
"BAD SAMMY!!!"
The whole clothing line?? MY IDEA. Ya think I’ll get any credit?... doubt it. My
people will just take care of that. I just hope
that my Sad, Pathetic Story™ ends somewhere that I can enjoy a little without all
these other mutts running around screwing up my life.
Gotta run, I hear the mailman coming!
