My people had to be all lazy forever, so I haven't been able to make a blog in a very long time. Even this blog I had to get the little girl to make, even though when I did my best intimidating growl she just rubbed my belly and said I was the cutest dog in the world. Then she called me a raggedy dog. I don't think she knows yet that I can understand her.

But I'm going off in tangents. My master, the one who feeds me all the time, has saved my life! I was walking along, minding my own business when I noticed a small furious furball charging at me. I think he's my nemesis. I called him George, because everyone has been talking about a George recently, so it must be him. But he charged at me and started barking. I was scared out of my metaphorical boots, and I acted all tough but I actually was relieved when my girl master picked me up. My food master however, had started guarding me from the other dog.

The dog bit him, but because my masters are gods, he is ok. I am still scared of George though. When a lady walked by and she smelled like him, I ran behind my girl master, wanting her to pick me up again. But eventually I got confident, and I came out from behind my master. But I still don't like George. Thankfully, my master is ok!!! Take that, George!!