It's a Dog's Life

It can be so hard being a dog. No thumbs - can't pick up things without getting slobber on them. No keys - can't get the door open and escape if nobody's home. Can't play outside in rotten weather because nobody else wants to go out. *sigh*

Then when you've actually had a busy day and you just want a little nap, they all want to stay up and watch TV or talk a lot or something dumb like that. I mean, if they don't have anything better to do, why don't they want to play or something?
 
I just don't get it. Don't they have any common sense at all? Even when I give them the hint it's bedtime - you know, whine to go out, do my business, and head for the stairs - they still don't do what they should and get to bed.

Are you guys coming? Bedtime? Ya know?

Whatever. I'm going to bed. It's supposed to be warm tomorrow and I heard Daddy mention the golf course. I'm sure he'll take me with him. After all, it's one of my favorite places to go!