I know they love me, but why must they leave me at home? Mama says that they have to work, so that I can enjoy good dog food. But I hate it. Why can’t they play with me all day? Or bring me along to work, whatever ‘work’ is?
Hrrmph, I’m so unhappy. Mama says I look like a cute cherub. I will teach Mama and Papa that I can also be a devil. Every evening, I will put on my devil’s cloak and make a mess of my pen to tell them how unhappy I am. See what I do:

I will poo and pee all over the newspapers, the way I'm supposed to. But I will also make life difficult for Mama and Papa by shredding the newspapers and leaving them all over my pen.


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