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!