Dog here. In case you don’t know me, I am Sophie. I am the dog. Mom has not let me write in our blogs since the fire. I wrote all of our stories on Polyvore. People liked my stories. I like to write. I don’t like fire.
Mom posted my Polyvore chicken-leg stories in “I Want a Chicken Leg”. Did she ask me? No. I want to write. I don’t want her to write for me. Just because on the internet no one knows you are a dog does not mean that dogs cannot write. I am a dog. I am a good dog. I am a story-telling dog. Let me tell you a story. Will you give me a chicken leg if you like my story? Do you have any left-over turkey?
I will tell you a story. Mom used to let me have a computer. Now I have to sneak around to get one. Three computers of her computers died in the fire. She was pretty upset. I was upset. When she had 4 computers I could use one. She has three now so I can get online. She got a new big touch screen. Do you know if they work with paws? I tried to smell it and things jumped on the screen.
We have a new computer. Last week we got a big turkey. I like turkey. Tonight mom put a treat of turkey the top of her laptop and forgot. Not me. A computer AND turkey? I did not fuss. I watched that turkey-computer. I watched and watched. I politely waited for an hour. I tried my nicest “Mom, come play” noises. She smiled at me. I could not believe it. The turkey was just sitting right there. I said, “I can get it for you!” Mom smiled at me and said, “Good Dog.” I hate Good Dog. I like turkey. I want a computer. There is a turkey computer. It is for me.
Mom thought I was cute wiggling around. Dad got out his phone and made a video. No YouTube please. How embarrassing. Dogs who are on YouTube say it is awful. I was not being cute for YouTube. I wanted that turkey.
FINALLY she said to Dad, “Oh, my gosh, there is a turkey snack on my laptop over there.” Well DUH. I said it about 100 times. Dad got me the turkey. I got the computer.
I like turkey. I like computers. I don’t like fire. The fire ate my computers. The fire ate my beds. The fire ate my toys. The fire ate my house. I don’t like fire.