Psst. Ruby here.
It's time everyone knew. This blog is a hoax.
They want you to BELIEVE they're raising and training me, but trust me, it's the other way around.
You think it's easy? I'm at my leash's end with these two. There isn't enough kibble in Colorado to train them. Want proof? Here are the photos they DON'T show you:
"Here!" I say. Yet, "there" she goes. She totally doesn't get it.
He keeps trying to demonstrate and I keep telling him, "I'M A GIRL."
And by the way, she has the nerve to make fun of my horns? Dude, I have to be SEEN with her. I wish this leash was longer.
I tried to tell her this was the wrong train. We wound up in Wyoming.
If it weren't for me, he'd still be waiting for that Zephyr Express to Chicago.
For the last time. Dostoevsky. I am begging you.
Oh, high-five yourself. And for pete's sake, get off the coffee table.
(Happy April Fools' Day! And for the record, if she'd trade the kibble for Peanut M&Ms, we'd totally behave better! -RR)