Bad DogMom

I had things to do today, that involved not being at home. The big dogs were put outside, and Rusty was left inside with the cats, who likely psychologically abused him.

When I came in the house, he was all wiggly and screeching and telling me things like
“Dey huwt my dewicate feewings and I fink I should get to sweep in the big bed tonight”
and
“dose cats, dey’s not vewy nice”
I know this because the cats were sitting on the dining table, looking self satisfied, even for cats they looked smug, and Poor Little Rusty(tm) was crouched under the table, crying and squealing.

He’s fine now, blessed with the puppy’s short memory.

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