Tuesday night we had dog school, and I am sorta learning how to copy what Marty does. (Not very well yet, because Marty is EVEN WORSE at office hours than I am, and when she tries to do punch it she looks ridiculous. Humans might have an advantage with their opposable thumbs, but dogs definitely have the advantage in four legs.)
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Thursday morning Marty got up first (which NEVER happens) and packed her bag and LEFT. I do not know where she has gone or what she is doing, but I hope this means I AM DONE WITH DOG SCHOOL FOREVER!
Lyle took me to the park which is WAY better than dog school. Lyle loves me and wants me to be happy.
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I am happy that Marty is gone because she normally hogs the bed. Without her here, I can stretch out and be comfortable as is my right.
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