Sulking

I'm very angry today at my person. See, this morning, I was waltzing around the neighborhood like the big man I am - you know, just minding my own business. Wrestled with the other dogs a bit, followed a few scents. Well, I managed to find me some really nice, stinky mud to get into. It was fabulous!

So along comes Mr.IGottaGoToWork, who picks me up and puts me in the truck like he does every day. OK, that's cool. I dig a ride like any proper dog would. But then he runs into a store and comes back, opens the door and says "Oh man! Fred! You stink!" What?????? Who? Me? Nahhhhh.

Then he starts calling me names all morning like "El Stinkaroni" and "Stinko." Kind of hurt my feelings, really.

But the worst of it was... the hose. The dreaded hose. He soaked me down and rubbed all this foo foo smelling blue soap on me. Sure, the rubbing and the scratching felt good. But my stink! It was going away faster than I could say "Hey look! A mud puddle!"

So here I am, back in the shop, still a little damp and smelling like a girl.

My life is so difficult so time. Think I'll just sulk a while and maybe whine a little bit. Just to get back at him.