The Chihuahua version of the Book of Judges

Monday:  My master keeps me inside a fence.  He’s so limiting.  There are lots of other dogs I’d love to meet, there’s a whole world I could conquer by myself. I’m sure there’s better food out there.  I’ve smelled the deliciousness of the garbage from our neighbors yard. There’s SO MUCH TO SMELL OUR THERE!! But I hate this fence. Maybe if I bark all night and chew up his lawn chairs, he’ll let me out.  Or I could tunnel my way under the fence.

Tuesday:  Wow!  I could tell that the strategy worked. He was so angry that he finally let me have it my way.  Hello World here I go!

Wednesday:  What an awful day.  I finally got into some of that garbage and some dude shot me with a pellet gun! I met a german shepherd who evidently doesn’t like Chihuahuas!  I almost died! Then some guy in a uniform picked me up and now I’m in this cage by myself, in a room with about 15 other dogs!  I can’t sleep, the service is awful.  I think I need a second chance.

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