The Back Yard is Mine

In case it weren't evident to you. The back yard is mine and any entry into this area should be done so with that understanding. Having someone come over to take care of me while you are out of town should be done with my permission and express paw signed approval. Doing so without proper notification and fulfillment of that procedure will be noted as a violation of regulations and dealt with accordingly.

Wow, I'm a dog without a legal degree but I sure do sound like one. Anyway...

Proper punishment for those interlopers shall be quick and harsh. Nips on the toe.

This seems quite suitable since I am a heeler.

I will note a concession that the front yard is yours and that playing ball shall provide proper remuneration for any infraction in my back yard.

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Pup on a road trip

Yeah it's me!

Damn it...

Stop opening the windows and complaining. I have no butt cheeks with which to hold it in. I know that we are in this car and we have four more hours to go but take this as a sign.

Another point...

Going through the drive through and not getting me something is definitely a faux pas.

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The pup point of view again

I went outside again this morning and I noticed the piss on the bush again. This time after some careful consideration I think its Bob. You know Bob he's the Yorkie that his owners refer to him as Mr. Sprinkles. It has to be Bob he is the one that just can't reach high enough to piss actually on the real part of the bush.

This brings us to another topic. You damn people just can't get it that we have our own names and dogs such as myself and Mr. Sprinkles put up with our self esteem being highly affected by these demeaning names.

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From the dog's point of view

I think I hear something...

Yes, yes, yes I do. What a thing to wake up to...

Its him and we're going to go outside. I'm just sure of it.

Not that its any different from any other day but today is just the best day ever.

I'd wag my tail if it were anything but the nub that it is. What the hell I'll wag it anyway. I'll wag the hell out of my nub in the hope that all the pups and people see how happy I really am.

Time to take a piss on the first available bush. This one seems like a good one. No wait, someone else pissed on this other bush. I think I'll take about five minutes, turn in circles snif each bush repeatedly as if the smell is changing. I'm sure that there must be some deeper meaning in that smell. Perhaps the last pisser had some emotional trouble and I can pick that out of the way that they pissed on this particular bush or maybe there is some meaning to the angle of the piss in which I should be aware of. Am I missing something here? Was the sun in this pup's eyes? I do believe that there is piss on the ground in front of the bush too. This may take more time than I originally had estimated. Never mind the being at the other end of the leash. I've got some important business to take care of. As I delve into deeper thought trying to pull out the true meaning of this piss I feel a yank on the leash and my time with the best smell of the morning has come to an end.

What the hell...

I'll just piss on it.

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