Buddy is Home Again

Nate came and picked up Buddy last night, and none too soon either! Do you know that Woman gives him my goodboy bones? It's like he's stealing them right out of my mouth! He has even come to expect a goodboy bone when he comes in from peeing. I don't know who he thinks he is, but he's certainly no Pug. I hope my goodboy bone supply has not been completely depleted!

I was a bad dog this morning. Ian kicked me out of the bedroom early in the morning because I was chewing on my butt, so I pooped on the living room rug in self-defense. Woman claims it was out of spite, but I like to call it self-defense.