I like to watch birds flying up in the sky.
There’s just so much to smell.
There’s a leaf in my yard. No trees. Just a leaf.
I have to inspect the new fence. It passes.
These guys showed up and are building a new fence. I like them. They all petted me and said that I was a good looking dog. I’m not a dog, though. I’m a Brady.
And I really don’t like this chain on my neck.
…is my guard dog pose. Good, huh?
I want to go play, too.
Stealing garbage? What? How do I get in on that?