Hug hater

I hate hugs. Don’t understand them. The humans have halt so they need to squeeze me to death. It doesn’t make any sense. I get lonely sometimes when I get halt also but I don’t try to squeeze them to death so I don’t get it.

Everybody thinks it’s easy being a dog. There are some things that are good and easy but a lot of it’s hard. You don’t know when your master will come home to walk. You know when you’ll get fed or if he’ll get fed, they talk to a lot of things that don’t make sense. I do get fed and they take care of me medically once something goes wrong, but it can’t be hard being a dog like when they’re thunderstorms and lightning and I get scared and I don’t know what to do when I go to them. They’re like it’s not a big deal. It is a big deal. There’s a thunderstorm outside. It’s scary and I don’t know what it is. so I go ahead and the only place that I think is safe which is underneath the toilet in the bathroom until it passes. I try to get my humans to comfort me. Sometimes they do, but they’re not always there. Also, fireworks are scary too. It sounds like big explosive happening and I don’t wanna get exploded. I want to stay here and take care of my humans, but I’m not sure how.

Whenever there’s anything outside, that’s dangerous like other dogs, squirrels, deer, raccoons, or other humans. I bark my head off to warn them and let them know so that they can be safe and sometimes they yell at me and I try to yell loud so they can see that I understand and then I’m yelling at the same way that they’re yelling because that’s what us dogs do dogs mirror what we see from humans like if they’re digging them we dig too if they’re watching TV we watch TV too because that means we’re part of the pack and I keep trying to be the alpha of the pack but the humans keep saying that no I’m not the alpha. They’re the alpha. I want to be the alpha. I wanna fight them and be the alpha but I love them too, so I don’t wanna hurt them. It’s hard being a dog. I’ve learned all these tricks though to please him too besides guarding the house they want me to do these tricks like sit down and give them my paw lay down and roll over beg on my head yes shake my head no all kinds of silly thing. I don’t know why they want me to do these shakes but it’s OK to do these tricks because then they give me this nice yummy piece of bacon. I love me. I love all kinds of meat and sometimes they eat when they’re done eating they put the plates on the four for me to lick up and I enjoy that too.

But today was weird. They got up and they did their normal things and they made that yucky black stuff in the pot and they drank it with milk in it. I like milk, but they didn’t come home to walk me at the normal time which is when the sun is hot. They can go and sunbathe. I love the sun. I have short hair so I hate it when it’s cold outside, but today is a sunny day. I can feel the sun through the window and they have the blinds up so that I can relax and bathe occasionally they put me in hot water and put soap and stuff on me and I hate it when they do that it isn’t that the water is cold. It’s that I like just being my natural self and I don’t feel natural in water. It feels like I’m going to drought. It would just scary, but they don’t do that too often. But today they’re running late. I really have to go. I just drank all this water and ate all this pebbles and I feel like I have to go so I start whining cause maybe they’ll hit me if I whine but no one hears me so wind up going by the door because then they’ll see that I was trying to go out the front door, but nobody was there to let me out what’s going on? where are my humans? As I said they can do some annoying things and sometimes I wish I could just go on the table and eat all the meat that they leave behind but they won’t let me cause they say that bones are bad for me. I don’t think bones are bad for me. Bones are good for me. Im made of bones.

Where is everybody? Did they get lost? Maybe they forgot about me or maybe they moved somewhere and they forgot to bring me with them. I’m scared to go to where the bathroom is but the bathroom door is closed. That’s weird. Why would they close the bathroom door if nobody’s in there, maybe somebody is in there so why did I try scratching the door but nobody responds making in trouble for an accident, but I couldn’t help it. Nobody was here. There’s nowhere else I’m able to go besides outside and if they won’t let me outside, then I have to go.

Then someone comes in wearing a a blue coat and blue pants. They were star on, so I growl at them and bark at them because they were trying to go into the home when my owners aren’t there, but the woman smiles and hand me a piece of bacon like my owners would I stopped barking, and I smell it and I eat it and then she puts a leash on me. Maybe this woman’s gonna take me when I walk so I can go to the potty Moore and Mark Moore territory she does take me out and she talks to me. I don’t understand everything that she says but I don’t think my family is coming back. Dogs are psychic and they can feel what other people are feeling and it feels like the lady in the blue coat and pants are telling me that my family are dead.