Well this morning started out like any other typical weekday morning. Mom gave me my breakfast and Dad took me for my morning walk. While Dad was walking me I somehow managed to slip out of my harness. You can imagine my surprise when I saw Dad holding both ends of the leash. I was FREEEEEEE.
Dad told me to sit and stay which I did right up until he was 6 inches from me then it was time to play catch me if you can. Dad yelled at me but I just thought it was the funniest thing. The more I refused to listen and run away the angrier Dad became. I ran around the corner onto the next block. I would let Dad come over while I taunted him with my butt up in the air and my wagging tail and then I would run away. When Dad finally caught me he snapped the leash on me and hauled me off to home.
Dad was now late for work which made matters worse. He deposited me home and off to work he went. I didn't even get my usual good girl treaty before he left, hmmf.
I don't feel I got my due process. No jury of my peers, no lawyer, just a sentence handed down... GUILTY.
I should call my human sister Melissa, she's a lawyer, although she's watched me so she might side with Dad. I will have to wait till the parole board (Mom) comes home to spring me. Wish me luck.
1 day ago