Fat fat Daddy bought himself a little car yesterday. Its called a smart car and it looks like this.
All when and good I thought until I discovered they planned to make me sit in the back. Yes you heard me in the back, not the front seat or Mummys lap, the back!
I tried my sad sad face.
I tried giving them the silent treatment.
I even tried my puppy dog eyes.
They are heartless, totally heartless. I considered ending it all.
Luckily I found a nice big muddy puddle to splash in before they threw me back in the car. They muttered something about. that's why you are going to be sitting in the back. Whatever!