Not to complain, but

Well, Bronwyn seems to be getting all the good stuff around here. She gets a cookie every time she goes outside. I don't get anything. Dad keeps saying, "Go potty." I'm like, "Right. Done it. Just cause you're too slow getting outside with the little squirt and don't see me doesn't mean it didn't happen. Now give me a cookie." He just doesn't get it.

When we go back inside. He keeps saying, "Bronwyn, give me your paw." Well, I give him my paw. Do you think I get a cookie? NO. Do you think Bronwyn gives him her filthy little paw? NO. So, no one gets a cookie.

Then that little ball of hell starts nipping at my face. She even grabs hold of my jowls and hangs there. If it hurt, I guess I'd let her know about it. I tried to grab her jowl and hang from it, but she's just too darn small.

Then I keep hearing, "Leave it!" when I'm not even doing anything. And, "Off!" when I'm not even trying to get onto the davenport. I look at Dad like he's crazy, but he just keeps on saying it. Do you think the little rugrat pays any attention? NO. Well, I suppose Dad will learn soon enough.