Playgound problems

Oh hey, Mom.

 

It's me, Brynn.

 

Today started like any other day with Dames. First, we played a big matching game like a cuppla bosses.

 

But for some reason, when we play games exactly as the manufacturer intended, Neenee gets all stressed out and suggests an adventure. The weather seemed good enough, so we headed to a park. Look how the turning leaves look like big pompoms in the tree, Mom! (I'm so observant.)

 

Anyway, things started off well enough...

 

And, well, it takes so little to entertain this one--

 

But the you-know-what hit the fan when we had our first run-in.

 

Sighhhhhhh. Why-oh-why are all public parks not private, just for me and Dames??! (This little brat in the pink had a dumb name like Cambrin or something, and her witchy grandma kept calling her MY name.)

 

So, I did the only thing I could: I hid.

 

But Neenee talked me off the ledge and showed me a part of the park where those evil kids and killer grandma were not. FINALLY, a little peace and quiet! (Oh boy. Aren't I looking very grown-up here??)

 

Anyway, Neenee thinks it's funny that I don't want to deal with ANY people, but I'm good with strange dogs. Evil grandma said kids are often afraid of this dog, but I had no qualms about befriending him!

 

In fact, Dames lost interest, but I wasn't done talking with this pup. I liked him WAY more than some snot-nose kids crampin' my playground style.