Dear readers,
A tale of mild peril and misplaced identity. Gather round.

The human came home… but through the back gate.
Now, we all know the Rule:
If I leave by the back door, I must return via the back door. Any other method is dark sorcery.
So naturally, when she opened the gate and called my name, I darted behind the shed. Not because I was scared. Because I was suspicious. Who comes home from that angle? Spies. Possibly foxes.
She offered treats. I cautiously approached. I may have looked sheepish. She gave me a kiss on the head and called me her “silly sausage.” I forgave her.
📚 Later, she read a book outside. I supervised from the shady part of the path and ignored the cushion she lovingly placed for me.
4/5 Outdoor Reads. Lost one star for attempted location betrayal.
Treats were had. All was well.
Yours faithfully,
Smudge (Shed Watch Patrol, Suspicion Dept.)

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