I didn't know how good I had it in California. Now that I'm back in Boston, my life has fallen apart!
You see, yesterday they forgot me; today, they forgot to FEED me!!! In the dog-world, that's a cardinal sin.
It went like this:
After their long day at work, I greeted Mama and Papa with kisses and a wagging butt and tail. This exchange resulted in Mama preparing my food for dinner. She dishes that yumminess onto a fresh bowl and begins to set it in the microwave -- when lo and behold, she finds my breakfast still in there!! Yeah, that's right-- my Papa forgot about it this morning and left without feeding me! Oh Papa, how could you?
Woe is me. What has happened to my idyllic suburban life?