Will you give me a tummy rub? I'm feeling a little stressed.
Those tall people sent me on a "vacation" and when I came back they had totally destroyed my bedroom.
All that new furniture is really cramping my style--where is a dog to go to take a decent nap around here?
And those "knick-knacks" and "stuffed animals?" Don't I make the room cute enough on my own?
Hold up--is that a photo of puppies in the background? So these little punks are good enough for a frame but I am not? How rude...
Sometimes, after the humans have gone to sleep, I sneak in here in to get a little shut-eye, but that furniture keeps me awake with it's Swedish mumbling...
"Varför är vi här?" ("Why are we here?")
"Varför de köper en krubba utan barn?" ("Why did they buy a crib without a baby?)
"Jag vill ha en köttbulle." ("I want a meatball.")
I don't know what a "baby" is, but I don't like the sound of it. I don't know what a "meatball" is, but I want one.
I'm off to sulk in the living room...
Begrudgingly,
Ruby The Puppy
