Marlowe’s SundayI’m bored. I need a ball. A blue ball. I had a blue ball. I lost it under the fridge. I keep standing at the fridge door but my humans put me on a diet. I don’t want to be on a diet. I want my ball. I’m bored. I found some sparkles. I ate them. They didn’t taste good. I found Bronte and bit her on the neck. She flattened herself into pancake. She didn’t taste like a pancake. I wish she did. I’m bored. I pulled all the blankets off my humans’ bed. I dragged them down the hall and into the kitchen. I think I have very strong teeth. I’m bored. I fell asleep and dreamt I was fighting a dragon. When I woke up I vomited. It had sparkles in it. Bronte looked impressed. Only pedigrees vomit sparkles.