The Compromise

We had another great day at the countryside house. Mum wishes she could write cottage. It was, however, mowing day, so I spent parts of it in my comfy chair with nice views. In between the shifts - there are five of them, but our nice neighbor had already done one for us - we played fetch and I got some general messing about-time on the lawn.

I barked at our nice neighbor last time, and mum was Not happy. This time I sat, and it went Acceptably. We also met another neighbor, and surprisingly according to mum, it went really well. Not much barking at the farm dogs either. I did bark some at the lawn mower, but who can blame me for that?

Mum wanted to blip said lawn mower, because it illustrated her day. I wanted to blip my ball, but mum said we can't blip your ball every day, people will fall asleep of boredom. This is the compromise.