Omar was pouting because I wouldn't let him out until he put his bones away. Caught him sneaking out the back door, dressed in his cap and bling, heading down the block to see some of his buddies.
Oh no you don't! Bones away first, I screeched.
Turning to me with that "caught again" look, he scampered towards his room.
I was chuckling, when it came. A sound that always sent mixed feelings... A low bark.
Omar dashed from his room. "I'll be right back," he woofed, as he flew by me.
I ran to the window.
















