We want the same things, so why am I in trouble?

The Luchita's takeout was too much to resist ... what did my owner expect me to do, while she went into Marc's? DUH!

It tasted great going down. And I was even able to re-close the styrofoam container. My owner didn't realize what happened until she got home.

That all happened on Sunday. My ass is a little sore today from the exit strategies of large quantities of refried beans and the spicy shredded beef burritos.

What happened earlier on Sunday, really miffs me ...

My owner was throwing a tennis ball to me, because she didn't want to go for a longer morning walk. I tossed it back to her (I admit I was a little short on my toss). She was taking her time picking it back up AND THEN, I saw the CAT.

Well, yes, I chased that fat thing right across the street.

I couldn't believe that waddlekins kept ahead of me. It went up a tree.

I stood underneath, yelling up, I'll GET YOU! I'll GET YOU!

My owner used more force than normal to put me back on leash. She took me back across the street while telling me I was a "bad dog!" She locked me in the house while she went back to get the cat.

Wait, why am I in trouble? I was doing the SAME thing! We both apparently want the cat and now that I've got it trapped, my owner's going to take advantage of my skills.

I am standing against the door staring out the glass windows squares. My owner can't get the cat either. She gives up ... serves her right.