Excuse Me, Where's The Grass?

This Morning, Penny and I were awakened by
the sound of jackhammers. We figured our condo
people were fixing the sidewalk. Then, we
went outside and saw the destruction.

"Are you serious with the loudness?
Take it down a notch, I haven't had my
whipped cream yet! I'm also trying to tell
a story here!"


"Rawr! Do you see these crumbs on my face right now?
I MEAN BUSINESS!"


Penny's beloved grass was gone! All of it!
Well, technically it was still there, but it was
in a big heap. No one mentioned to the people and pets living
here, there would be no grass for a week! What are all of the
dogs supposed to do their business on, the sidewalk?





"What in the name of the beefy pug
is going on here? Umm, is that dirt?
No, I'm not touching it."


Girl.. I don't think so.
This is what it came down to.
Penny will not go on dirt, but sometimes
she will go on newspaper.



We are happy our association is willing to
put new grass in, but let a pug know
beforehand!