Here I sit upon my throne wearing the Crimson Bowtie of Bow-Wow Power.
I bark at my pack, "Bring me a treat. Scratch my ears. Pour some water into my doggy dish."
Never mind that I am
afraid of bags, shoes, and backpacks.
What if they moved? What if they
have teeth? Don’t they know I am the
king?
Wait! I see a doggy ball in the back yard. I scamper out and bark, “I am King of the
entire back yard! This is where I do my
business. Ruff, ruff!”
One of my pack says something about a Jotty ride. Oh, my favorite thing! I run and jump on them with my front paws in the
air. They pick me up and we all go
inside that big animal with four big black round things for paws. We’re moving. Here we go! I, the King, survey my kingdom. “Ruff,
ruff! I am the Precious Pompous Pooch!”
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