My name is Penny.
I am a good dog. I really am. I am a faithful member of the pack. I guard the house and patrol the perimeter. I keep an eye on Kasey and try to keep her out of trouble. I am good company for the Leader, too.
So why do the Leader and the old boring guy keep moving into places that have these terrible things? When I saw these yesterday, I said: “Oh no! Not again!” But when I saw our pack’s things here, I knew I was stuck.
I hate these slippery and slidey things. I even hate them more than I hate cats, or that mean dog that tried to bite Kasey once. When I try to walk on these things, I feel like I am on an icy pond. I am afraid that my paws and legs are going to go shooting out sideways and I am going to fall on my chin.
Why oh why did we come here? You know, I bet the old boring guy had something to do with this. But I’ll teach him a lesson. I won’t go up them, period. At night, I’ll just sit at the bottom and whimper and bark. Ha, ha! Good luck getting some sleep, old boring guy!
Do you know abt the rubber grippers they make for dogs’ toe nails? Sue says they made a world of difference for her pooch.
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