“Go Fetch buddy!” my owner said

I sighed as I watched the ball roll past my nose

“Come on Buddy, let’s go,” my owner said trying to give me some encouragement

apparently my owners the only one who hasn’t heard of the phrase let sleeping dogs lie

“I’ll give you a treat if u get me the ball,” He bribed.

“What one of those so called ‘biscuits’ that are supposed to taste like bacon but makes me want to regurgitate last nights dinner,” I barked.

“that’s it, Buddy get up,” my owner beckoned

Oh no! he actually thinks I’m going to get it…we’ll he’s sadly mistaken.

“Buddy, get the ball, get the ball,” he said rubbing my back, trying to get me up.

“Fine, if I get the damn ball will you leave me alone?” I barked

“Yay Buddy!” he cheered as I got the ball, which was quite disgusting seeing as my owner has never heard of this new invention called a sweeper, and handed it to him

“good job,” he said taking it and throwing it again, “go get it .” he smiled

I laid down

stupid human