The Big Dog Bowl
Ok, you got me. I went walking in The Dog Bowl. NOT swimming! WALKING! I will not swim. I'm sorry. We went back to the second house a week ago, and I went in. But only at a depth that I could still stand in. No deeper. I drank the water, too. And GUESS WHAT?!?! The big doggie didn't get mad at me! (yet!) Maybe he is nice after all. I don't know. But anyway, I went swimmi-er-walking. Sorry, I meant walking. I don't swim. I walk. I DON'T SWIM. I WALK! Anyway, you know that I'm doing okay, because I am here to post this post. The doggie didn't get me.....uh, oh! What if he still tries to get me?!?!? No! I'm doomed!!! No, no, no!! It can't be! That doggie won't get me. No, he won't. He won't, he won't, he won-oh yes he will! He is a big, scary, smart doggie (I think), and he WILL get me!! Oh, nooo! I have to go hide! I have to go! Ok, good-bye! I love you blogger-pups! (especially you, Boomer!) Cross your fingers that I will be here to post another post!
Good-bye!
P.S. Check out a new dog blog I found. The doggie's name is Maggie Rose. She is going to have little pups!
Good-bye!
P.S. Check out a new dog blog I found. The doggie's name is Maggie Rose. She is going to have little pups!