Thingys
Hello, this is Roger. I dug some holes today. I knew they were holes because Bald Boss told me. He said: ‘Look Roger, you’ve dug some holes.’ I was very proud of myself. Bald Boss thinks I dig holes because I’m a dog, but that’s not true. Well, I mean, it’s true that I’m a dog, but I don’t dig holes because I’m a dog. I dig holes because it is part of my very smart plan to get to the swingy-thingy in the backyard. Here is a picture of the swingy-thingy and my holes.
Sometimes Big Boss and Bald Boss put clothes high up and out of my reach on the swingy-thingy, and they make the clothes stay by using springy-thingys. By the way, the springy-things are great to crunch in my mouth. But Big Boss doesn’t like me crunching them in my mouth. She said to me only yesterday: ‘Roger, don’t crunch them in your mouth.’ But I still do when no-one is watching. Well, I mean that’s not quite true either because the black and white wingy-thingys watch me from the fence. They don’t come too close to me because I chase them, but I never catch them. Bald Boss says they are really smart. They are Bald Boss’s friends. Every morning they come and do singy-thingys for Bald Boss on the back steps. If you want to listen to one, try here.
So, where was I? That’s right, I was telling you about my very smart plan. I am going to dig holes all the way to the swingy-thingy with the springy-thingys because I think that will make the swingy-thingy fall over, and then, if that happens, I will be able to reach all the clothes, especially the ones with stringy-thingys that I can drag all over the garden. Sometimes I take the clothes with the stringy-thingys out of the washing basket and run as fast as I can. But when I do that, the Big Boss or Bald Boss tell me not to do it. They say: ‘Roger, don’t do that.’ But I do.
I’m tired.
I need a sleep.
Wags from afar,
Roger.
These are pictures of a springy-thingy and some of the black-and-white wingy-thingys who do the singy-thingy every morning. Oh, and that’s Bald Boss’s leg.
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