Yawwwwwwwwwn

It's a dog's life, Logan's day went like this:

4am hear single crash of thunder, run upstairs and wake mom because she can stop the sky falling on my head
7am dad comes down (clearly still jet lagged) and wakes us both up
7:30 breakfast
8:30 an hour's wandering in the woods sniffing out all the good things and collecting mud and ticks
10am they abandon me to go looking at cars but it was OK, I can catch up on my sleep
1pm they get back and I get my dog treat, yay!
1:05pm back to snoozing
5pm Little miss bossy and her loopy friend take me out, again, what's going on? It's too hot for such nonsense.
5:20pm teatime, finally, my stomach thought my throat had been cut, I swear they don't feed me enough, it's a good job Herr Bartels likes to feed me cheese over the fence
5:25pm need my beauty sleep...