Hi, Every Buddy. It's me: Franklin the Bordernese.
I don't like what's going on at our house. Mom has brought a new creature to live with us.
Her name is Mrs. Roomba. I thought she would stay in her own spot, like Mrs. Toaster or Mrs. Coffeemaker, but no, she roams around the house whirring away. I can't get comfortable and take a nap or look out the window without her chasing me.
This is what she looks like:
But she's a whole lot bigger, and she can talk. It's so creepy.
Mom is in love with Mrs. Roomba. She says she'll probably write a GRATITUDE TUESDAY post about Mrs. Roomba because Mrs. Roomba cleans up me and my brothers' hair. Mom says we're shedding a lot now because it's hot outside.
I'm not shedding. I wouldn't shedding. Shedding sounds bad. I'm never a bad dog.
Um, could somebody explain to me what shedding means? I know I don't do it. I'm just curious.
Mrs. Roomba is gonna drive me crazy. When we go to bed at night and shut the bedroom door, I hear her whirring around the house.
I want Mrs. Roomba to go away, or stay in one place. She shouldn't bump into poor little innocent doggies who never do any shedding.
I love you, Every Buddy. I'm just very tired right now.
Franklin The Bordernese