“Are you going outside? But without me?…”

“Are you really gonna pet him more than me?…”

No! I hate being so itchy! I don't know whose idea this was, but these buggies are biting me bad. Every time I run through the yard, they start chasing me. I can't sit still long enough to sniff a leaf or else I'm gonna get the bug bites…

“Help! The ball rolled over to the cat…”

“I wasn't doing anything, the trashcan just fell over…”

“Oh, I see you're in the rollie chair…”

I had no idea what my friend had planned, but whatever it was, it wasn't going to work. You see, he'd assumed too much of his ability to fly. I know that doggies can't fly, especially big ones. I can't even fly, I know, I've tried it before…

“I'm not going in the box no matter what…”

“You can't escape me, why even try?…”

Yes! Finally my friend brought home a new toy. This one is definitely for me too, I can already smell the fresh fluffies within and a squeaker that works I hope. But she's taking so long messing with it instead of just giving it right too me…

“Don't you bring out the vacuum!…”

How dare you call me a little froggy!" Skipper yipped in my face. I know I called him a tiny doggy, but he's utterly convinced that I have in some way insulted him…

“Finally! It is the warm time of year!…”

“Watch me, I'm speedy like the racing car…”

“Oh, this is a super nice rug…”

“You gotta let me by, please…”

Oh boy, I couldn't sleep at all. The sounds were echoing in my ears, seeping through the walls and sending chills down my tail. All my barks and roars I could muster up couldn't stop it, leaving me with no other choice but to tell my friend to make it stop…

“Where are we going? Stop driving already…”

“I'm awake, I'm awake. Naw, I no sleeping…”

“Here, hold this squeaky toy. It's so cool…”