The Other Coast by Adrian Raeside for June 09, 2015

Hear! Hear!

Crates ? We don’t need no stinking crates………..

I sleep under my own blanket on my master’s bed. And I start barking even before someone rings the doorbell to warn my master that someone is coming. That’s my job and I’m good at it.

Only the regular UPS man has cookies.

I don’t have a fenced yard, so my girl is a house pet.

I’ve adopted two dogs that I was assured by the owner couldn’t survive unless they felt secure in their crate. Leaving the door open made both of them forget the crate within two weeks. Both sat there and gathered dust until I took them to Good Will.

Well trained or abused?

Sounds like John Wesley vs. the Bishop of Bristol.

And the whole yard is my water closet.