Week 1 January 2016

It was wrong. It was all wrong and it kinda confused my brain. Mommy scooted the furniture in the living room all around getting ready for a party. The chairs and tables weren’t where they were supposed to be. But, the baddest thing of all, Mommy moved my bed. My eyes wanted to take a nap but how could I lay me in a place that wasn’t my spot? I wanted my bed in its right place so I barked at it and rolled on it but it didn’t move. I stood in the middle of it and dug at the cushion and even nudged it with my nose. It just sat there. I got so upset I grabbed it with my teeth and tugged as hard as my big-boy self could tug. When it started sliding, I pulled even harder than I thought I could pull. It got stuck on the edge of a chair but I kept jerking on it till it came loose. My bed is bigger than me but I didn’t care. I kept pulling and tugging till I got my sleep spot where it belonged and I could throw all of me right in the middle of it which was my way of telling Mommy not to move my bed ever again.