There are rumours of a back deck coming. This displeases me for a few reasons. Firstly, I like to be consulted on all home improvements, since I spend more time here than anybody. It was bad enough when the peeps decided to get the white couch they subsequently forbade me from sitting on — although I managed to wear them down on that one.
Secondly, a deck would rob me of my favourite backyard spot: the mud pit under the table.
At first, I thought about voicing my displeasure, but this new bark collar I now wear (story for another post) put the kaibash on that.
So, in protest, I'll be moving from the pit directly to the white couch as often as I can until this deck comes in.
Booya.
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