Doggy Diary - Day 3

I'd rather not talk about today. That bitch left me in the "mental metal death" cage for 12 hours. Pffft. But I did get a brisk jog around the neighborhood. La-di-freakin'-da. I hate jogging. Whatever. And I'm pissed because I finally had to break down and eat that nasty-ass dog food. I was hungry. Shoot.

Taking a break from running around in the dark. Nice.

See, I'm so quick. So quick.

Ruff.