The Writer's Right

Chapter Seven

Yeah yeah, stop blaming the dog. It’s hard not to when he’s pooped on my bedroom floor. Maybe I missed the signs, but oh, that’s right. Murphy doesn’t signal to go out. He just expects me to know when he has to go out. He’s a little spoiled.

I created this pug beast. But God do I love my beast- especially since he laid snuggled up next to me while we slept in until 10 a.m. Yup, Murphy and I are lazy bones today. He’s now inspecting my housework - including cleaning the carpet in the bedroom. Little shit - excuse the pun.

Posted by on 06/04 at 11:58 AM