The Sit Of Judgement

The Greatest Dane will not walk under false pretenses.

Hello Fren, It is I, Fable The Greatest Dane here to tell you a tragic-est tale of a puppy forced to walk in the rain.

Is you ready?

Okays. This is very sads. You should get a tissue to mop up your hooman eye leaks when you hears this.

*takes deep breath*

Saint J of Walks lied to me. 

I knows. I is also shocked by this. She came and tolds me that it would not rains on our walks. So I give her big wags and a cheek kiss and off we goes. 

But Fren... IT RAINED. 

Biggest gasps!

The betrayal. Oh my fren, the betrayal was all over me. So I dids the only thing a doggo can do when their Saint J of Walks lies about rains: I put my back to her, and I sat. I sat in the rain for a long time -- an ages for sures (though mama calls it 'five minutes') to make sure she learned her lesson. 

Saint J must have been most scolded, for she had a funny face and made a bunch of silly noises when she returned me home and told mama. I guesses that the sits was a big punish. I did feel a little bads, so I made sure to give her a cheek a big kisses before going inside. 

The rains are just not for walking, you knows?

Oh and mama's new book is out! Is most exciting! Three Months In Undead Shoes has Schroddie the Great Dane, who is a good boy (though not as good as me, of courses). People enjoy this book, which makes sense, because it had a good doggo. And those stories are the bestest.

Hopes you stay dry and don't get lied to about the rains. 

Woofs and wags,
Fabes