Dog Journal 12 - Grumpy Day

My tail whapped me again. This time I was getting angry with it. Growling and barking never seemed to do anything, so I was just going to have to sit on it until it calmed back down. Even then it's not going to listen though. It'll just squirm around until it gets free and then go back to sweeping the floor and following me around again.

Meanwhile, nothing is where it's supposed to be. Everything has it's place, all the things need to be nice and quiet and calm. That's my rule, especially when I'm grumpy. Today I am the grumpy dog too, so there's no way I'm going to be pleased with anything out of order, even the buggos are going to bug me.

And just so you know, when things aren't like they're supposed to be, I get barky at everything. And it just frustrates me that nothing will listen to me. I just want everything to be nice and calm and soothing, but everything is just being a rebel. It all does this to tease me so I'll bark some more.

Look at this, the birds are just flying around the tree like they own the place. But they don't, that's my tree. And no birds are allowed to fly around in the tree and do their chirpies while I'm in my grumpy mood. They even come up to the window to cheep at me as if they know I can't get out there to run them out of the yard.

And now the squirrels have realized that I'm stuck inside and are running around in the grass and digging up the nuts. This is really getting my tail in a ruffle. I bark and bark and growl to let them know they aren't supposed to be doing that, but they just mock me and do it anyway.

That's when the cat popped in to chase the squirrels away. At first I thought that might be a good thing, but then I quickly realized that the cat isn't supposed to be chasing the squirrels... that's MY job. So I barked at the cat and ruffed and yipped and yapped. I did all the things I could think of and then some more that just sounded like wild gibberish.

Everything was just such a wild mess. All the things won't listen to me, not even my tail. What can a dog do in a world gone mad? And these toys! These toys aren't supposed to be put up in the box. I need these all over the floor right where they're supposed to be. Fortunately this is one of those tasks that makes me feel better about things. Puts me in the good mood. I do enjoy this sort of thing. A nice neat mess of toys all over the floor. The only thing that would make it better is my friend here to help me play with them all.