In the Dog House

Yesterday’s Corner Time: 7 Minutes.

I think my parents prefer the dog to me. Good Jake this. Good Jake that. He can’t put a paw wrong.

Everything we do now seems to revolve around Jake.

What’s the first thing we do when I get home from school? Watch TV? Play games? No, we take the dog for an extremely long walk, throughout which, all I hear is:

“Good boy Jake”
“Keep up Matthew!”
“Jake, come here. There’s a good boy.”
“Come along Matthew!”
“Matthew, stop lying down!”
“Matthew, don’t you dare kick Jake!”
“Ah, poor Jakey, who’s a good boy then.”

Bloody Beagle.

Matthew.

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