‘You’re not coming here with those feet’, he says.
Well its okay for him, he can take his feet off! So I have to wait on the door mat while he fetches my breakfast. The minute I get done though he’s telling me in a stern voice to ‘Stay’, or sometimes he will tell me to get my feel licked. My feet are too dirty to walk on the kitchen floor but he expects me to put them in my mouth.
He’s been trying to trick me today. I’m having forty winks on his bed and I hear him sneak in from work, I can’t be bothered to get up though so I lie there a while until I hear him sneaking up the stairs so I quickly jump off the bed and meet him before he can see me on the bed. I’ve caught him twice with his camera today, I know he’s trying to get a picture of me, he’s got to be quicker than that to catch me though – LOL!
Anyway it’s like I keep telling him when he’s pulling my leg about being a useless guard dog, if he wants me to be a guard dog I need a wage rise, a nice plate of liver and onions or a steak a day isn’t too much to ask for is it?