Diary of a dog (my dog)

[Shenan_the_cat]

This is the diary of my loving 1 1/2 year old dog. I have changed her name and the names of all other charters (including my own) for personal reasons. I also changed their looks. But every thing else is what I truly think my dog gets up too. (this story may be typed up at home so please don't steal it)

[Shenan_the_cat]

Monday

I woke that morning, with a stretch and a yawn, to the enticing smell of bacon. After inhaling the smell as best I could my stomach decided that needed some, if not all, of the bacon. With another yawn I hauled myself off of the comfy blue sofa cushion and slipped across the hard wooden floor. I struggled to pull myself up onto my hind legs, using the coffee table for support, then jolted back down onto all fours. The coffee table was only slightly scratched but still I took the liberty of pulling a magazine over the three claw marks so that no one would notice. A kind jester on my part.

Suddenly the baconey (is that a word?) smell vanished and was replaced by that of smoke. The ear splitting sound of the smoke alarm sent my hurdling back onto the sofa, where I hurried my head in a pile of cushions. "Turn it off will you!" I heard the voice of a woman, who was commonly referred to as 'mum', call out.