Word to your mother

Do you what my favorite place is other than camping...and the pool...and the big bed? It's the dog park. Me and Bishop get to ride in the blue truck and then pull mommy and daddy all the way to the entrance and then...oh boy...the leashes come off and we are FREE! We get to run around everywhere and sniff tails and slobber and drink water and go for rolls and bark. Sometimes I like to stick by mommy and daddy...it's not like I'm scared or anything...I just want to, you know, make sure they're okay. Yeah...that's it.

But do you know what's not fair? You know those small people, mommy and daddy call them kids, well those kids get to play wherever they want. Me and Bishop only have one dog park we can play in. There was this fat, mean looking kid stomping around with a big spike and I don't think he's allowed in our park. I heard mommy saying she wished he would leave and I stayed away from him...Bishop even went up to him and told him to leave...and you know what? He did! Except he went to tease the little dogs next...oh well, they need to be teased a little bit.