I Want My Slipper

I want my slipper.




I want to sleep.

You wouldn't be tired if you weren't waking up Mom and me at 3:30 am.

I had to go outside.

But now Mom will put me in my bed at dinner time so she can try to take a nap. It's not fair!

Stop complaining, puppy.

Not fair not fair not fair not fair!

Stop it!

Not fair not fair not fair!

Listen, puppy, if you weren't barking all night at every little noise, maybe Mom would have got some sleep before I had to go out.

I was guarding her. At least I woke her up for a good reason!

Yeah, a cat outside. It was gonna eat her up. Yeah, sure.

Hey. ... I want my fuzzy slipper.

So, go get it.

You have it.

No I don't.

Yes you do. You hid it. I want it.

Why do you need that old slipper anyway?

'Cause the cats won't let me pick 'em up anymore.

Well, I don't have your slipper.

You do so, do so, do so!

Do not do not do not!

Do so do so do so!

Hey, maybe Mom put it in the wash.

*gasp* The WASH?!

Yeah.

Every time something starts to smell interesting, Mom puts it in the wash. Why?

Humans are weird, puppy.