Day 289 Poor abused me

I think I grew. I remember the time when people used to pick me up to go up stairs or to sit on laps. Today I tried again.

This didn't work like I thought it would

Even Sherryl is not so comfortable

Sometimes in the park there is a car. It's a police car and they check around that dogs have a leash or muzzle, and make people pay money if they don't. But today I saw a baby car in the park.

I would have hunted it, but it seemed that a guy with a controller in his hands had already claimed it as prey, as he watched it very intensely and followed it where it went.

Anyway, it didn't seem it had much meat on it, it's better for them to let them grow until the size of a big cat and then maybe hunt them, I suppose....

We went to class. It was about legislation. It was about animal rights. Jen said I should pay attention, it concerns me. Bleh, she underestimates my cuteness factor, when I give my cute look, no-one would dare mistreat me!

Mistreated look: how could you dare make me work
when the park is right behind us!

Abuse? This class is abuse! I'm bored!

 I did pay attention on to what to do when witnessing animal abuse. Next time Jennifer doesn't want to play ball with me when it's clearly something I need, I think I'll call the animal police, ha!