(that little baggy on the left that says "Tadpole" is the MOST important)
So yes, I get all dressed and Massah takes me out to the car. Thanks to my friend Ruby Bleu for the work attire (I got LOTS of compliments on it!!!)
I sleep until we get there, and then my work begins. A-Man tries to drag me all over the place on a ridiculous little leash. I've tried to put a stop to that (I should be able to lie on someone's lap all day) but she seems to be a stubborn little woman. She won't stop walking, and that means I have to follow along beside her or else she tries to dislocate my neck vertebrae by jerking on my collar. That's all we've done so far, but I tell you... this "training" business seems to be more about what A-Man wants that about what I want. I don't think I signed up for this. But like I said, I'm withholding judgement for now. I will give her the benefit of the doubt - maybe A-Man is just nervous, since this was the first couple days she's seen me. Or maybe she was just having a rough day, and next week she'll be willing to cooperate more. I don't know. I'll have to tell you all about my fellow trainers - there's a boxer named Jazz that I like, but she's not white like my BFF Lola Sprout Beyonce but that's okay because she can't help how she was born - but I need to rest some more for now. This is what I look like at the end of the day:
And then I do this all the way home:
It's tough working a 9 to 5. Or a 7:30 to 3:30....