Yeah That's the Spot....

One warm breezy day I woke up in my cozy little pen to the sound of Lassie barking "Let's play fetch," I honestly think that that dog needs to be put down. I am not a fan of that dog and I know that he doesn't like me either. I have also been known to be a notorious kicker of the haters. After Lassie's episode with that stupid ball, he freely trotted over to my pin and wiggled his tail and exclaimed "Salty don't you find it just hilarious that I can run around freely and do whatever I want while your stuck in your pin?" I just snickered and a pranced off to my trough for my mid morning snack. As the day pursued the bragging got worse. Soon the nagging was pushed far beyond the point of no return. I glided over my run down fence and landed right on Lassie's wormy little tail. As lassie yelped he jumped back and attacked my backside. Soon after, BJ (my owner) came out and kicked the dumb dog and hauled me back to my prison. After about ten minutes in custody my behind became inflamed from the knick of my attacker. As I scratched on my old fence Lassie came running by with a flattened tail and said "I hope your happy." But believe me, it was worth it.