Storybooks and Betrayals

Due to persistent public demand, our resident pet Jappy will blog today. Here is his post:

I love Sunday nights because it's our story time. Yeah, what canine would not enjoy listening to beautifully written prose while propped in a sofa, biscuits refilled every five minutes or so- never mind if some dog I know can not remember these stories. But this Sunday, I was problematic.

First of all, I got to choose the book, and I chose Sophia, The Alchemist Dog, because she reminds me a bit of our friend Lorenza.

But, OHMYDOG ( one paw covering my mouth)!

Someone loved the story so much and digested it as well!

I'm thinking at this point, okay? It could be the Secretary's pup- I've seen his fat little paws destroy every piece of property owned by the Secretary and the Animal Doctor.

Or it could be one of the dogs, I had to ask them..um..what is that word? discreetly.

Jappy: Guys, have you played with a not so ordinary toy lately?
Moy: Huh, my ears are itchy, can't hear ya.
Trudis: What toy?

Perhaps I did not make myself clear.

Moy-Moy, have you been playing with a toy that is not really a toy?

He tried to changed the subject;

While Trudis pretended to be busy chewing her paws.

I really should polish my sleuthing skills, BUT it was too late! The Secretary appeared and saw the dastardly deed committed on her book.

Forget story telling, forget the sofa and the biscuits. All we got last night was a fifteen minute sermon.

I woke up this morning and tinkered with our hidden camera and this is what I found:


Jappy, signing off.