Ruru the Cat here. Last week, the really dumb hairball my people seem to think is a dog begged me ALL WEEK long to share his outdoor adventure. See, I don't think he can string three words together, so don't expect much. Izzy, the monster dog I still don't like but tolerate, at least owns a brain cell. This thing my people call a Pomeranian seems to be little more than a grumpy throw rug. But I'd rather get him off my back, so here he goes:
Wow! Wowowowowow! Ruru let me say stuff. I wanted to say stuff, and she finally said yes. I'm so happy! My person did an amazing amazing amazing thing! What was I saying?
Seriously? You wanted to talk about your camping trip. People out there, I warned you. Dodger's not the sharpest bulb in the box. Even as dogs go. Camping trip. Dodger, tell us about that stupid camping trip of yours. Whatever a camping trip is.
Yes! It was great! I got to ride on my person's lap in the car, and it was great! And I got to follow my person into a camping housy like thingy. And then I got to sleep by her ALL NIGHT LONG. And she took me for a walk in the middle of trees! Everything was great! It was really really great. What was I saying?
Well, thank you, Dodger, for enlightening us about absolutely nothing. I get the feeling you did something outside, and it was great.
Yeah, great. It was great.
I still don't understand what camping is or how it was great or...anything. But at least Dodger is going to shut up.
Did I tell you it was great? I got to smell my person all night long. And it was...
Great. Yes. We know. Thank you, truly inspiring. Teach me to trust a dog to do or say anything.
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