Da Mama does this thingy where hers puts on her shoes and coat, tells me to sits, which I do 'cause I'm a good girl, puts on my leash and makes me go outsides. Don'ts gets me wrong, I loves outside. There are so many interesting thingies out theres fors me to emplore...um, infloor...erm, explore! Yes, explore. As I was sayings, there are so many great thingies fors me to explore. I means, just this morning, when da Mama did her crazy coats/shoes/leash dance, and mades me go outside at fives EM...erm, AM? AM is morning, rights? Anyways, alls you needs to knows is that it was very very very very early. I founds hers a present and broughts it inside fors her. If I hadn't infloored, I nevers would have founds the great treasure; alls fors my Mama.
The thingy is, hers eyeballs don'ts works and so, hers didn't notice my present until hers had tucked me back in bed. Hers shrieked when hers found my present and brushed, um, rushed me to the bathroom where hers scrubbed hers paws likes crazy. She wasn't even thankful! Oh, no! Hers kept saying,
"that is absolutely disgusting, Hermione. Oh, gross!" Overs and overs again. I means, really, Mama? Those aren't very good banners, I mean manners. You are supposed to say thank you. I infloored for you! I haves no idea what the thingy was, so I did some crazy, super research before typing to you and nows I knows why da Mama was upset. I don'ts blames hers for being upset, but hers still should haves been thankful. I was onlys thinking of hers.
You sees, I carried, up 47 steps, into our home and into bed...a,...erm, well...tampon. Apparently, this is not the grossest part...Da Mama said it was used. Whatevers that means. Hers still could haves said thank you.
Anyways, I got eyed tracked...um, side tracked. I ams trying to say that this coats/shoes/leash dance is very very very unnecessary. Really. It is.
Da Mama thinks that hers needs to go downs all 47 steps out into all kinds of weather just to dance around saying, "go potty, Hermione, go potty." It's kinds of embarrassing. Why would I wants to go potty out where I do my inflooring, wheres everyone can sees me?
Mama, don'ts you realise that there are many other betters places for me to goes potty, and the best part is that you don'ts have to do the coats/shoes/leash dance and then the "Hermione go potty dance.
Mama, I've comes up with a plant, um, plan...and I haves just the pollution...solution. No mores goings out in the bad weather; no mores dancing likes a crazy Hu woman; no mores! Nope.
Whys waste your times and energies when I can take myself? We don'ts even haves to leave our home. I am quite happee using that little squishy rug thingy you haves in the living room. Or, even betters yet!
I really prefers the flower...power...erm, shower stall. That's rights. Just leaves the door open fors me and when I gots to go, I'll just hops in there, do my business. It's evens easy clean ups. No poop bags, no mores dancing and we can saves the outside for inflooring time, instead of Da Mama looking likes a fool time.
I thinks it's a great plant!
So, startings this mornings, I haves decided not to poops when Da Mama takes me outside. That ways, hers will learn that the shower stall is a much betters option fors us all.
You hears that, Mama?
I, AM, NOT, GOING!
I've heards of peoples protesting and striking. So, heres I go. I'm on a "no poop" strike until Da Mama takes this leash offs me and I can goes in the shower stall insteads.
Eleven hours and counting!