Greg, the dog, a look back: Churbles Unleashed and Torture.

Ugh, sorry for being late, I was… tied up. Okay here’s the story.

I was sitting around, as I spend most of my days, enjoying the smell (but not the taste) of barbequed meat. My owners were cooking out today, and because of that fact the sliding glass doors were open… Churbles knew this. Once everyone was settled inside, he came out, barbeque-sauce slathered on his usually neat white fur, like a brown rabbit except with white splotches and without the huge feet and being a cat and not nearly as cute…

He came and spoke to me. “You poor, poor thing,” he said, “You have never tasted the deliciousness of barbeque ribs, have you?”

I growled at him, and he took on a look of amusement. And then he screamed at the top of his lungs and collapsed to the ground, and all the owners came running, he planned this. They carried him away… and punished me.

How this made me miss my deadline, you ask? Well, he came back out with a smirk that gave ‘Pompous’ a new meaning. He stopped in front of me and bragged about how much they love him… I chased him around and around the tree until I was so tangled in my own chain that it took me until now to get free.

Now you know. See you Wednesday.

Personally, this isn't one of my best, I don't like it, and once again, I was late. Fun fact: out of my twenty posts, six of them are late.

But, I do like the next one a lot, bundled with that one to save the post.