Some things I don't understand

Hey this is Pearl again. This is me soaking up some sun on the pavement in front of our trailer. It was 104 degrees so I got a little hot and had to go inside. Oh and that's Stinkey next to me. Stinkey doesn't mind the heat.

There are some things I don't understand. Like why do my humans ask me questions like I can answer them?

And why do they play games with my blankey? One time the big guy puts my blankey on the couch and I'm allowed to sit on it. But if for some reason I get over on his side on the leather or if my blankey starts falling off the couch and I accidentally get on the leather, he waves his finger in my face and says "Pearl are you supposed to be on the leather?"

And sometimes the big guy gets territorial and puts my blankey on the floor. I never know where I'm going to wind up. And then my mommy puts stuff in her chair so I can't sit on it. Why? I can't help it if I leave white fur on it. So you see, humans really have issues with turf. They say I'm the one who has issues.

And why won't they get up at 6:00 am and walk me when I come into their room and shake and scratch? What's the big deal anyway? They will just go back to sleep anyway.

And then there's my treat jar. Why can't I have a treat whenever I want? Why do I have to suck up to get a treat? Aren't they for me anyway? You should try eating my dog food. You would need a treat to supplement your meals too.

And then there's this bath thing. I like it when I'm smelly and my dog friends don't mind either. So why do my humans insist on bathing me?

Oh well I guess that's life I'm in for.