Next door to us is a place that has little people visit and Dad says they are called grandkids.
I don’t like them because they make a lot of noise (waking me up from my beauty sleeps) and they sometimes tease me by calling my name but then don’t want to play. I get into trouble when I bark at them so I am devising a new plan.
I am going to lay down by the front fence and not make a noise, and when they come closer I will scare them!
I wonder what grandkids taste like?