The other side of the story

Shhh...don't tell, but I know how to read and I can type pretty well too and I just need to state that my name is still Domino and plea my case. Things sound pretty bad when Katrina writes about them. I don't give her names like Evil McBitchy now do I? Rude people.
Here is my day as it really happened:

2:45 a.m. - morning yoga, going to do a few sun salutations and some balance poses.

3:00 a.m. - get yelled at just as I get into tree pose. Sometimes I stay near the couch because I'm afraid I'll fall over. I am 7 in dog years and the vet said that for my weight and size, that's really 44. I'm almost old enough to be their parent!.

6:30 a.m. - I did need to do some business - there was a hot tip I needed to follow up on for some good squirrel hunting. I tried to get her to come with me...but did you read how she was dressed? Embarrassing.

7:00 a.m. - pretty tired. I had been up since 2:45 when I did my yoga. We went back to bed but have you ever tried sleeping with two wiggly people and a damn stuffed bear? Doesn't happen.

9:00 a.m. - why do these people wake me up like this?

12:00 p.m. - finally I don't have to keep the man entertained and can go back to sleep.

3:45 p.m. - YES! Just in time, there's another meeting going on about the squirrels. I can make it!

4:00 p.m. - The man couldn't keep up, got my tip and went back home. Don't know where he went.

5:00 p.m. - fulfilled my obligation to rid this house of The Hat. You see, her daddy paid me to destroy the hat. Something about country music would cause damage to any future grandchildren and that's just not acceptable. Not on my watch. I had to do it, for the sake of the children. Not to mention, he's really good at playing with the monster with me.

5:45 p.m. - they left me alone and grandpa showed me the trick to get out of my cage...that was my reward for destroying the hat because he knew they'd put in here when I did it. Went to finally get some good sleep in their bed with the stuffed bear...he's a pretty good snuggle partner and doesn't wiggle.

Yesterday morning I realized that I hadn't damaged the hat enough and that she might try to wear it again so I HAD to put the hole in it. I hope this military school that she keeps threatening has lots of squirrels and liver biscotti.

-Domino