I sure wish Sweetie would wake up. It’s cold outside, but I’ve been ready to go for hours. He never wakes up on time when it’s cold out. Instead I’m left here pacing the floor, itching for my release. Pretty soon I’m just going to have to barge in there and drag him out of bed.

“Woof woof woof woof woof!!!”

“Ugh, ok, I’m coming, I’m coming,” mumbles Sweetie. Finally, if I had know that’s all it would take, I would have let out a few yelps earlier.

Alright, here we go, the start of another day. So much on my plate, I don’t know how I’m going to fit it all in. I need to chew on Honey’s shoes for a while, then chase the cat around, and I can’t forget to dig up the bones Sweetie buried in the backyard last night.