Yesterday, I rolled out of my cozy dog bed, only to discover that my crazy person is up to dangerous doings. Again. This time, she brought home a moving monster. She calls it a “gliding rocker.” Ha! You and I know what it really is.

I spent quite a bit of time cautiously sniffing it, but it was a difficult process. You see, every time I even touched it, it moved! I barked to warn it, but I don’t think it was convinced.

Now my person put it in front of the television and, get this, she sits on it. Well, if my face needs rubbing, I can tell you where I’m certainly NOT going to go. But, I will watch from a distance, just in case my person needs rescuing. After all, that’s my job.

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