There is something to be said about the pure pleasure I get out of digging up dirt or mud. I get into a frenzy and don’t know when to stop. But what I don’t understand is the need for the biped to torture me with a bath afterwords. I get no pleasure from that.


Ever wonder what I do when I’m not outside? Well I’m just sitting here watching the squirrels tease me by running freely in the yard with not a care in the world. Oh but I will be back soon, very soon.



I just don’t understand. I do so much to please this biped and she never gives me any treats while I pose. The occasional kiss is not enough for me. I should go on strike! Who’s with me?