Doggie Extraordinaire

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Homecoming

My human works an ungodly amount of hours (I don't know how she does it), and when she comes home, I get so excited I could eat a pillow.


I don't fully understand myself, either. The sight of her makes me want to devour this big, brown, stuffed thing, and it's all I can think about. YUMMY PILLOW!


It's not only yummy, but it needs to be shredded. I don't know why. She sometimes asks, but I don't have an answer. Her coming home from work makes me want to destroy pillows. It's a compulsion and I probably need to see a vet about it. Maybe there's a program for me.


Usually I get a little TOO into ripping the pillow to shreds when my human gets her shoes off and finds my mouth full of pillow, and she is not happy. Quickly I must recover from this transgression and look as cute as possible.

NO, I was not eating the pillow! I was LOVING the pillow! See? Nice pillow!


It all works out. I'm irresistible and she cannot be mad at me for long. I have eaten all the pillows in the house and still she loves me. How could she not?