Stymied again. I only want freedom! And the man in charge gave the medal to an old bastard in a suit. That said, he made a hell of a speech afterwards.
The rest of my day has been lazy. I might have eaten a little too much yesterday. Maybe.
I am intrigued by the Orange Ball Sack. It seems I might have a rival in my mission to take ownership of the world by the ancient rites and rights of pee. I can’t say that I am overly concerned. He appears to be a rank amateur and employed others to pee on things for him!
Not me, I am front and center. If is stays still long enough, it is fair game.
Perhaps now would be a good time to go over the golden rules, as they pertain to dogs in the acquisition of stuff through the gentle, noble and venerable art of peeing.
- Thou must pee on it thyself.
- Thou must pee on it often.
- Thou must bark loudest if some little bitch disputes thy claim.
Number one is clearly where the ball sack is going wrong. He seems to have 2 and 3 down.
As for the whole spy thing. I can’t see it. The dumb prick is likely to go steal the information from the safe, and then tweet about a successful theft! Besides, who sends someone painted orange to do a covert job!?!
Alleged spy/thief/quill-less hedgehog/human.
Perhaps I misheard that story. I was dozing and have been for much of the last 50 or so days. I might be conflating the spy/thief/human thing with something I dreamed about last night.
Speaking of which. I think it is time for bed. Nothing more in the way of food heading this way tonight. I plan to dream about bears tonight. The Big Dude sent me a photo of some bear tracks. I wasn’t impressed. Anyone can follow footprints. With this nose of mine I can track a food bowl into sleep and back out the other side of dreamland. I just don’t know how to take a photo of that.