But I've been lying low the last few weeks, real low. I read somewhere that the world was supposed to come to an end last Saturday, so I spent most of May underneath the sofa with my paws over my eyes. Turns out, the human who said it was just joshing. What gives?
What humans don't understand about dogs is that we trust you people. When you tell us you're gonna take us for a walk, we assume you're gonna take us for a walk. When you tell us we're gonna get a treat, we assume you're gonna give us a treat. And when you tell us the world is gonna end, we assume the world is coming to an end.
Guess this is one of those tricks you like to play on us. Like when you pretend to throw the ball, then hide it behind your back and laugh while we sniff all over the place looking for it. Not. Cool.
Anyways, I'm back out from under the sofa now and just in time. Looks like we got a big match between Barcelona and Man U coming up this weekend. Yeah, I like the game; who wouldn't love chasing a ball around an open field for an hour and a half? But I'm more excited about the food my owners got prepared. You can bet your dry schnoz I'm gonna get into some a that chorizo.
These are the kinds of days that make an old girl hope the world never ends...
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