The Chair

I am a Boston Terrier...

... who enjoys digging. I dig in the yard, in my bed, in my crate, on my brother, in the leaves under the oak tree, in my mom's bed, and on the chair.

The chair is quite the conundrum. Mom has worked hard to ensure that I do not destroy this beast. I am not sure why. At first, there were these large pillows the covered the bottom cushion, but after I discovered their weakness, she had to throw them out. Then, she got lots of little pillows of all sizes and colours. She put them in their place. I will have to admit, these pillows often impede my digging, as they are just so comfortable I am lulled into sleep.

But, eventually I will find the zipper on these cushions. I am quite skilled at the zipper. See, mom comes running if she hears a rip, but if I unzip quietly, I can have loads of fun before she discovers it...

sneakily,

Chibs

The Rain

It should be noted that we do not like rain. There is nothing appealing about it, besides the mud and that is still there after the rain leaves! I do not understand why mom insists we go out in the rain. It is not nice.

Every morning, we go outside and I do my rounds, but when it rains, mom scoots us out so fast we don't have time to realise it's raining. If only we'd have enough time, we could hide somewhere so she can't make us go out!

She does give us snacks, but we don't want them once we go outside. Sometimes she even goes with us outside, but it doesn't help. We don't like the bath and we don't like the rain.

Sometimes mom goes out in the rain by herself! I don't know how she does it! It makes me nervous when she does... You never know what could happen!

Unfortunately, I have gotten to the worst part, mom makes us stay outside until we've done our business! It's shocking I know... Then when we come back in, it's like she expects to like her still! Chibs and I never talk to her... NEVER. Well, Chibs gives in early, but that's only because he always tries to get her to give him her breakfast, and her lunch, and her dinner, really, any food she has, he wants.

But I am the strong one... I NEVER give in... and I NEVER forget...

Charlie, the elephant