you think you got trouble?

Hey Miss Pampers, or is it pampered?  Whine, whine, whine.  You think you've got trouble (OK you are trouble)  Get this, the other day my (so called) mistress took all my chewy, gooey toys and had the housekeeper throw them in the washing machine them so they came out all shiny and clean.  Months of saliva and a patina of yummy dirt and heaven knows what from the poop and pee palace (that's Central Park to you) washed away in an instant and I was left with a mass of rubbery replicas of hamburgers and chickens that smelled like NOTHING!!  And get this, they didn't even squeak anymore.  And then she had the nerve to throw them for me. Does she expect me to chase a rubber chicken? Honestly I balked and lay down in a corner so they would leave me alone when don't you know the dreaded Dr M, the dog therapist showed up to give me a session.  So now I am hiding under the bed and every time he calls my name I growl.  Uh- oh he is crawling under the bed.  This is so humiliating.  More later...  BF