Lil’ Murph reveals his opinion about his brother-type coinhabitant…
“WHAT is this thing?!!”
“Hmmm… so we both get liberty… with restrictions. This is not ideal. Mommy said she will protect me & Dog from the bad people and dangerous animals outside. Okay Mom, don’t I have a better chance at safety if I am untethered?! Won’t you reconsider this arrangement?”
“When we approach our back yard after walks, Dog-thing picks up the pace to go do this! What a dweeb! I recognize my yard too, and begin heading the other direction. Any direction but homeward will do. Mommy is pulled in two different directions. I need more adventure!!!”
“What the…? And why does it sleep so much?”
“Apparently, Mommy doesn’t like fur everywhere. What is this fur you gripe of, Mom? Dog, you know you’re not on your designated sheet. I do not approve of your contact with our blanket.”
“Now this creature I can relate to!!!”
“…..Wait!…”
“So, Dog is alright. We tolerate one another. I with my smoothie on my lippies, he with his stare, Mommy and I know It will begin the heavy breathing ritual if she does not pet him or serve him somehow within seconds. He should be called Panic, but I accept It as a brother-thing.” “….Dog, you’re not on your designated sheet!”
“Dweeb!”
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