Mouse in the house - still!

There's another mouse in our house. I tried to tell the he and she boss in the night but they didn't take any notice. Then when the she boss came downstairs this morning, she looked around the room and said "We've still got mice here". Doh. What had I been trying to say all night up and down the stairs. Maybe tonight they'll help me get something done about it and not shut me out of all the rooms. I'll let you know how I get on.
I think I'm going to be too busy to go to that big parliament house in London by the look of things. It's all good practice for when they call me though. And I could go and stay with Sammy for a while at his house. That might be nice

Poorly bad

I feel really bad today. I was at home all day enjoying some peace and quiet when my tummy started doing funny things and felt like there was a load of mice running around in it. It got worse and worse and I really hoped someone would come home soon so I could get them out but they didn't and they wouldn't stay down there any longer. It all came up on the best carpet then by my bed. It turned out it wasn't mice but just wasn't very nice stuff.
The he boss came home first and I thought I'd be in trouble again but he was nice about it. He must have known I wouldn't do that unless I had to.
I felt better later cos Sammy came round to see me

Washing day

Yay! I've got a clean bed! About time too. If you knew how long I've been nagging them about that. But does anyone listen to me? It's not as if I don't contribute in my own way to this household and still no one listens to the important things.
I think Sammy's really gone to live somewhere else. I hardly see him now and he never comes back in his bed. In fact, the she boss has been in there a few times lately. It's all the better to see him when he does come though

Life

So much for the brilliant time I'd been having. Why do they all have to go back to work? No one takes any notice of me now again and the walks have got shorter. The only person who's been to see me all week is friend Peter. Even little person Sara hasn't bothered. There were two other fellas who came with Sammy today but they didn't say much to me. What's a dog s'posed to do?
On a good (musical) note, the she boss had some music on today when she was wiping everywhere over with a cloth like she does for some reason. We had a good dance together which was good fun. I recognise Sammy's voice on some of the music but I didn't know he'd got a friend called Jack Jones. I haven't met that one yet.
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