Dear Diary,
Today I lost a fight to a wall. I barked at it. I scratched at it. I growled. I backed up and tried to intimidate it, but it would not budge. This went on for about 10 minutes. Finally I got scared, started crying, put my tail between my legs, and piddled myself. Mom had to rescue me.
What?! Don’t you dare judge me. I’m the one who judges around here!
I’ll get that wall if it’s the last thing I do.
Bones,
Horatio
4 Comments
August 7, 2008 at 7:28 pm
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Bow to your nemesis.
August 7, 2008 at 10:40 pm
You don’t let that wall win! He’ll back down, don’t you worry. Seriously you’re so cute it’s sick.
August 8, 2008 at 8:17 am
Welcome back, little man. Don’t let that wall tell you who’s boss. Make those servants of yours do away with it. I mean, it’s not like it’s hard to do.
August 9, 2008 at 4:58 pm
my dog prefers to attack the door/doorway. he goes crazy.
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