So, this is the life of Dagan. Sleeping on the couch. Eating food off the floor. Chillin' on the chaise lounge. Snoringing on the bed. The boy does a LOT of sleeping! All while I am out working!
So, he's black. I'm black. We are just about the same size. If the people aren't paying attention, I like to see what I can get away with. If I slink up really calmly, without making any ripples, sometimes, they just think that I am Dagan. DUH! SO NOT!! That big glug lacks any capabilities that would allow him to operate in stealth mode! I, on the other hand, am a stealth bomber.
What? I don't see anything wrong with this picture?? Dad, taking a snooze on a weekend get away. The black dog crawls up for a nap. Totally ok, right??
G-Ma sitting in a recliner reading a book, Dagan sleeping on her legs and Foley sleeping on her chestDagan and I just look like one really big dog, right?? You don't even know that I am there! What? You mean you can see me? Dang it! Caught again!
I think I need some lessons on being more sly. I keep getting in trouble. More trouble leads to less trouble and more supervision. That right there is a real bummed. So, maybe I should stop trying to be Dagan, rather than trying to be more sly. Being good is the only way to get Mom to stop calling me Senor Naughtiness.