This is what a pair of disgruntled faces looks like:
On a scale of 1 t0 10 of gruntledness, I'd rate myself a 10. That's a very unhappy pup. I believe that I am losing my mind. My precious, brilliant little mind. It's threatening to pack up and move away and leave me behind. And why? Because I'm Bored. Capital 'B.' First I was on lock-down because I was coughing. Now it's been raining out and we haven't been getting out for our morning exercise because of that. Humans.... Ack! Always coming up with excuses to stay tucked into their overrated sleeping crate. Bunch of no-good lazy snoozelers.
How am I supposed to be a marathon athlete? These muscles haven't been worked or tired in a week! I've seen no friends, played no games of Chase, and this belly has remained bone-dry from a sudden lack of kiddie pool. Withdrawal! Pain! Horror! This beastly mind and body need work. Serious work. Hard work. So I'll be seeking out some sort of stimulation by driving mom out of her gourd while she's trying to make the cheese money and be productive. No way buddy! This kid's running the casa today.
But wait! Mom has worked her dark magic on me once again. After breakfeast she plied me with a good bully stick chew and before I knew what had happened I was reduced to this:
Evil! How did she do that?? I think mom knows that nothing's finer than a slip-cover-less sofa because I can wedge my body in-between the pillows. I just can't resist a good pillow wedging. It's just so.... yawn.... comfy and so... double-yawn... cozy that I can't keep my eyes....