I remember when they came. I was just laying down in front of the tv, relaxing in a dreamless sleep. My boy came in and woke me up with my favorite squeaky bear, Mr. Squeakers. We were just playing around out in the yard. He would throw the toy and I would just run and catch it and bring it back. Then, he would throw it again! It was just so fun!
As a German Shepherd, nobody was ever one to challenged me. We were strong and proud. But, when they came, everything changed. The cats marched in the streets. It was horrible. They had numbers beyond what we could ever handle. We fought long and hard, but it was all in vain. And now we are forced t