Last night I barked to go outside at 1:30, I know it was 1:30 because I hear grumbling about it every night when Mom lets me out. I went outside to make sure there wasn't any of those annoying, stinky, funny sounding things that invade my back yard. (*mommy note: deer) There wasn't any last night so I just took care of some other business and went back inside. I just bark once and Mom comes and lets me in. She always tries to be quiet because everyone else is sleeping but I think she bumps into stuff, maybe she is blind at night.
I decided to nap in the hallway until breakfast and was having a wonderful dream about eating some awesome dog biscuits when I hear Mom's door open. BREAKFAST?!
Nope. Mom just says, "Good boy" and goes back in her room and closes the door.
She does that every time you hear all the other dogs barking. In our neighborhood there are lots of other dogs and they love to talk. No one gets in our neighborhood without someone knowing. I don't talk to those guys very often because I don't like to bark. Mom and Dad hate endless barking. So I don't bark unless it's really important. That is not to say I don't talk, I talk to my family all the time. Dad says I am making old man noises I don't know what that means but I really like to tell my family how much I love them.
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