What is the world coming to? Just when I could breathe a sigh of contentment about my life in the back yard—at least until Myrtle actually goes through with her mad scheme to create a rock river in the bed—I find my refuge invaded once again!
I barked at him.
I jumped at him.
I charged him.
I tried to nip his ... tail.
I chided him.
I chastised him.
I berated him.
I insulted him.
I threatened him.
I bulled him.
I ridiculed him.
I leered at him.
I scoffed at him.
Nothing worked at all. There he sat, like a statue, ignoring me ...acting like I did not even exist! THE NERVE OF HIM!
Why? Why must I suffer so??
This is my life with Myrtle. Amos Adams signing off!
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