I'm sleeping

I know it's been a few months now, so I assume that you know me. I only do a few things, and i do them well. I destroy rawhide. I sleep like a professional narcoleptic. I chase my mortal enemy, the squeaker, and remove him from all of my toys. Finally, I sleep.

To the right is a picture that says, "What can you possibly want that is so important that you needed to wake me up?" I was hoping there was some rawhide that needed to be taken care of. Instead, they wanted me to go outside and do my business.

I have never been so disappointed in all of my life. Can you imagine how warm and cozy it is under these sheets? Next time, spare me the trip outside, I'm sleeping!