WHAT? You're going to San Francisco next week? You didn't tell me that. Why didn't you check with me first?
You won't be posting any blogs? Did I hear that right? You're leaving me in charge of the entire operation? I've never been in charge before. You do realize I'm just a dog, right?
Is that why you bought me this fancy scarf? To shut me up? You try that with mommy and it never works.
You know, I could go dingo on your face and you'll look like Mickey Rourke the rest of your life. Okay, that was just a joke. A bad one.
Fine. You go. You might as well shop for new sofa cushions cuz that's what I'll be chewing all week.
