My weird life (1)

My weird life

It was October 29, and my owners were going on something called "a date". I had only just been adopted at the pound, and they were leaving me? To go put wheels on their feet and try to move, but they fall over? Humph. Who wouldn't want to cuddle up with a cute doggie, watching Netflix?
Anyways, my owners didn't want to leave me alone, so they got a pet sitter to come to our house. What does a pet sitter do anyways? Sit on pets? I've never understood humans and the weird ways that they say words. I mean, "sit" and "fetch" are simple, but they just get really complicated while talking. Well, I heard from Mr sprinkles down the road that this "pet sitter" was suppose to watch me. It wasn't too bad at the beginning, but I missed my owners immediately. The sitter - Jane - pulled  some sort of bag from her house on wheels (she calls it an rv), and started taking clothes out of it. I saw a cool zombie costume, an awesome leather jacket, and even a shirt with a cool skeleton on it! But then I remembered what sparky said. The sitter always chooses the lamest out fit ever. And she did. I was a sailor? What will the other dogs say? "Look it's Killer the sailor!" That was the final straw. I bit her. It was only a nip, I didn't even break the skin. But if you ever see a little chihuahua wearing a muzzle, you know it's me.