My Report Card

by Noodle

Of note:

I was forced to go to doggie “camp” today – a.k.a. my owners had better things to do than love me.

However, my counselor did give me a decent report – and my owners even pretended that her remarks about my out-of-control jumping ability were meant to be a compliment, so I guess they’re still proud of my flexible hips.  Plus, although they also claimed that this report card thing was ridiculous, guess what’s now hanging on the fridge?

Strangely, they forgot to check off the box that says, "I ate my owner's Blackberry while she was distracted by writing this post."