Della here and I am just not a happy basset! There is this human man in the house--one I do NOT know! All he does it bang on things, use things that make so much noise I want to stuff my ear flaps inside my ear canals! Then he goes down the stairs, then up the stairs; down the stairs then up the stairs. Sometimes he brings things inside and sometimes he takes things out--where is he going with the walls?!?!?
I don't understand what is going on. I want to be back in my big bedroom when mommy goes to work and I want the house QUIET! I want Guinness to sleep in my big bedroom with me and keep me company--but he spends all day outside because he is scared too.
Well today I had enough!! Mommy has me in this small bedroom on the OTHER side of the house and she's got all sorts of stuff piled up on the furniture--stuff that belongs in the OTHER room. So I pulled it all off onto the floor and systematically shredded as much of it as possible into tiny bits. In particular I found this book called "How To Live With A Neurotic Dog." WHAT IS SHE THINKING?!?! If Buford ever saw that it would send him right over the edge. I destroyed that nasty thing with particular zealousness so there was no doubt about my true feelings.
I do not know how much longer I can stand all this noise. And I WANT MY ROOM BACK!!!
