Tiny chumley never really likes being left home alone, especially when it's too hot out to take him with us on errands. His little ears press back on his head in protest while he wanders off to find a quiet hiding spot, hoping that we will have a hard time finding him even though the best of his hiding spaces are two times too small for his extra long little body. And when we find him and pick him up to say goodbye, it is obvious that the lucky charms and twinkly stars and rainbow clovers that normally occupy his happy cartoon thought bubble have been replaced by big black scribble balls.
no mom, i am very sorry, cannot look you in the eyes or give you a kiss at this time. please try again later. beeeeep - this is a recording.
Thankfully, just as was the case yesterday, by the time we return home all is forgiven, and life is exactly as it should be.
yippee! welcome home mom n dad! i barked at three squirrels and two walkers by and the phone rang but i did not pick it up like you made me promise to on account of that time i signed us up for the mega multichannel entertainment cable tv package even though duk duk and me thought it was a great deal and you should really consider it and ooh, do i smell flea market?? didjoo say hello to mister randy for me? and wooty - u brought me some floorcorn!! thank u mom n dad! next time u have to go out, please take me, okay? :) :)